House Of Horrors

Chapter 8: Never Ending Cycle

Chapter 8:

Emily's POV:

There was an ear-splitting scream, and that's what I woke up too.

I shot up quickly then paused to let the dizziness of sleep slowly fade away. That's when I noticed where I was; it was a bright pink room with girly lace and fake flowers everywhere.

Something beside me stirred, and I fearfully glanced over to find Tristen, in bed... with me. Of course, the first thing that came to mind was the worst possible scenario, but then I noticed not only were we both fully dressed, and we were also somewhere unfamiliar.

Memories came rushing back at an alarming rate, as I began to feel dizzy again; coming to this haunted house, Brianna being dragged away, glossy doll eyes, bloody childlike figures, Brianna dead, Jacob dead.

There was another high-pitched scream, and I suddenly realized why I woke up in the first place.

"Tristen?" I asked as quietly as possible. I nudged him a bit, before his beautiful eyes fluttered open and looked at me in a half-awake daze. Tristen sat up almost as fast as I did and groaned while resting his palm on his sweaty forehead.

"Emily? What is it?" he asked with concern as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Another scream filled the air, and tears welled up in my own eyes for what felt like the thousandth time since we've been in this hell.

"Shit!" he mumbled, quickly hopping off the tiny bed and throwing the door open. I followed hastily on his heel as he headed towards the screaming, and soon we were inside a room with Nick and Lily. There was someone else inside too, but I couldn't make out who it was because Tristen quickly put his arm out to stop me from moving forward.

"What the fuck is that?" Tristen shrieked, and I pushed his pale arm down.

There was a tall man, with an extremely pale face and huge, ominous black eyes. His eyes seemed to reflect nothing but pain and suffering, which sent a chill down my spine. He wore a plain black shirt, and a black suit coat but with no shoes.

The man hissed and came full speed at Tristen with his scary thin arms held out. Tristen swiftly dodged him, taking me down to the hard floor with him.

"What's going on in here?" Jeff asked as he hastily rushed into the room. He immediately stopped in his tracks and stared wide eyed at the disturbing demon man; it was actually kind of funny the way his glasses were all askew and his brunette hair was a mess. He stared down at Tristen and I next, and I saw a violent shiver go through him.

The demon man hissed again, and ran toward Jeff this time, succeeding in slamming his smaller frame into the hallway wall. I cringed as I heard the snap of a bone crack, and Jeff wailed out violently in pain as the man opened his mouth so wide, the dry sides started to crumble and bleed.

"Stop!" someone yelled from down the hallway, and everyone, even the threatening man's attention was focused on whoever yelled. It was a guy, a rather cute guy with shaggy brown hair and a faint beard, he also had on a police officer uniform.

"Quil!" Nick shouted, and the man whose name was apparently Quil picked up his speed as he ran to us. Nick pulled him into a bone crushing hug that screamed relief, and hysterical happiness flooded my system. Someone was finally here to save us!

The demon hissed again, but let Jeff go and sank into the floor. Jeff fell to the hard floor and Hayley was at his side at once, checking his fresh injuries. Nick was still desperately hugging Quil, while Tristan and I slowly stood up on our wobbly legs.

"What the hell was that?" Quil asked, but everybody ignored him as we caught our ragged breath. We had seen so many different things and figures that didn't make sense by now, that I didn't even know how we would answer that question anyway.