In a lost wood, no so long ago.
As the cold night wind blows in, the leafs falling on the ground, a beautiful black car drives all over the wood at an unexcepted high speed. Manic, a young 25 y.old boy who's biggest trauma's going to mcdonald's at the closing hour, is doing his usual night drive after another drinking party. Surpringly this time, he is sober; not a single drip of his blood could give any sign of alcohol despite his warm breath. As his music blows full blast he grabs a mint chewing gum, his favorite of all time : not that its the most expensive one but it is also the most fresh one he has ever gotten in his mouth for as long as he can remember.
He kept driving, chewing his gum and listening to music lost in his thoughts, mostly thinking of his business barely taking care of the road.
« Maybe i should take a break » he thought, he has been yawning for the last two minutes and, not that he is careful about tiredness in car, he doesnt want to take any risk while using his big brother's car. He'd fear more his reaction if he had an accident then having an accident himself.
He parks not very far away from the road and walks around, discovering this new part of the wood that he hasnt visited yet. Usually, he wouldve just drove away and fall asleep but this time it got different, probably thanks to his sober self. First the atmosphere felt soft and sweet, the wind gently playing with his green hair, the sound of the leafs crackling under his footstep making it really calm and peaceful, using the moon light to guide him.
Phone in the pocket, he decides to let a chance to the universe to busy his mind as it did reciprocate his feeling, the sound of the insects making it even more appeasing.. The hours passes, the steps growing, he ends up in front of what looks like a big abandonned castle, or house who knows.
« What the fuck is that..? Ive never.. saw it before.. »
Which was true : even with the biggest intentions, no archives got related to this place. . . well at least on the internet.. But god knows this man wont EVER be found somewhere near a book.
The castle looked old, gothic architecture decorating the outsides of it, the molding windows testifying the absence of any kind of human life in there, and that if there was it isnt anymore. But something about it felt off.. if it really was abandonned like it wants to seem like.. why is there a light inside of it ?
As the curiosity fills his body, his guts begs for something different, as if his human's intuition were screaming for him to run away as far and fast as possible but his mind ? Completely on a different line.
« Ok.. just a little look.. and ill leave as if it never existed.. » he speaks to himself, trying to reassure his body as much as possible. As the steps get closer, his muscles get tensed. At usual times that would've been enough for him to take a turn back but once again, this time felt different like something or someone is screaming for his presence.
Manic finally arrives at the front giantic dark brown door ; the wood of it completely drowned from the earlier rain ripped of and falling itself on the ground.
« Ok.. I'm not a pussy.. Theres literally nothing and im there overthinking like a girl thats crazy man.. » he once again says to himself as pushing the door that makes a loud high cracking noise.
« Nice. Now if theres anyone, they completely know where i am and i am DOOMED. great! »
A long deep sigh escapes from his mouth, deeply annoyed to have to get ready for a fight that he doesnt want to have anytime soon. He then starts walking through the strong blood smell, looking all around. The entry seemed surprisingly clean with almost no dust on the ground, the pictures on the wall rotten yet dried and the leather armchair intact. He decides to sit for a second to have a little rest, letting a small sigh of reassurance tho the presence of dried blood.
« Thanks god im alone.. aaaaight.. »
He stretches, snuggling softly against the armchair tho the leather of it making it not that comfortable.
The seconds pass, the minutes pass, and now a few clapping sounds were heard from the stairs, getting louder and closer, like someone would be on their ways. The young man slowly opens his eyes, curious about it as the thought of the presence of another human seemed completely impossible by now.
*Now what kind of animal are you going to be..* he thought, jokingly.
*A deer ? naah.. A dog ? pfft.. certainly not.. A cat ? nah, its not that heavy..*
The clapping sounds gets much louder, the castle echoing every single movements in there now that was sure ; this animal sure had hooves otherwise it wouldve been much softer.
*Theres a.. horse walking there ? Damn its chill.. not really surprising, theres no car around..*
He yawned as he heard the steps behind him. A freezing cold hand softly touches his shoulder making him instantly stand up on his guard.
« The fuck are you!? » he asked, completely freaked out.
A high yet soft broken voice asked, after the blank of his reaction seemed like an eternity waiting response...
« ...May i know who you are ? You're in my house right now. »
Manic looked at the voice ; a young woman, pale as clouds, eyes red like the bloodmoon with white bright curls escalading to a red blood color from
the end of it, with sharp nails that could open any animal's guts alive. She seemed clueless, her expression completely unrecognizable if thats all it is confusion being the only trait.
« You have.. beautiful eyes.. »
The woman smiled a bit, revealing two sharp teeth.
« .. And such a beautiful smile, my dear. Your skin.. as pale as a clear note on a sheet music.. Your curls falling all over your shoulders.. You're so elegant, and it is my pleasure to be right in front of you tonight.. May I know your name ? »
. . . TO BE CONTINUED.
