Sam, at the moment, was trying to hold back his laughter from what Toby had just said.
"Hahaha. Toby, you make me laugh like a hyena!"
Toby kept laughing for the next few seconds. Then suddenly cocked his gun, pointed it at Toby's head and started counting. "TEN! NINE! EIGHT!"
The people behind Toby started screaming and wailing even harder... knowing that they would see another one of them die in vain. Some of them weren't able to handle the stress and suddenly collapsed. "SEVEN! SIX! FIVE!"
Toby was mauled to the floor--- kneeling motionless. Accepting his fate. "FOUR! THREE! TWO!"
The last minute of his life felt like a lifetime for him. He reminisced about his family, dreamed about a cozy, warm home... a beautiful wife... great children... much like Grant Simmons' family... He dreamt a small brick house standing in the middle of a grassland...birds chirping...the cool breeze jetting through his face and body, his children going merry and running and playing in circles... and he and his wife sitting at the wooden terrace ----- forever treasuring their love and commitment. "ONE!!!"
Sam pulled the trigger. Everyone screamed in horror. You can practically hear their hearts beat fast... His soul... wailing for justice as it ascends and makes its way to wander along the crevasses of the face of the earth...
Well, that's what Toby could've imagined. But he was still alive. Sam pulled the trigger, but the gun had no ammunition left. Then Sam threw his hands in front of him, and grabbed Toby's hands...
"Hey kid. You did great... You did great. Now get up. Quickly! Get up!"
Toby was astonished... and bewildered. There was still pain in his left leg, but there was no blood gashing from his head... he wasn't dead... he wasn't shot at all. Sam dragged him outside the hole and yelled at the others. "Come on, all of you. Get out, NOW!" As expected, everybody was reluctant to follow him. They had lost their trust on him, but most of them were too scared to escape. So twenty of them followed him, not including the two who collapsed. Sam remained quiet and serious at that time. He didn't react to the crowd, and didn't answer any questions. They were all confused and wondering where they could be heading now. They thought about that Storage House Sam was talking about earlier.
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Six minutes earlier.
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Alexander kept running and running until he reached the Storage House. He ran for six minutes straight, and he was tired. Everything that happened in the hole, all took place for just six minutes --- exactly the time needed for Alexander to reach the Storage House.
The place wasn't much. It just looked like an abandoned stock-room built with dark wood. There were insects and trash everywhere... Spider webs filled every space of the ceiling. The wooden doors creaked as it opened... there was an unexplainable stench that Alexander can never seem to find where it was coming from. He peered inside the dark room. He reached out on the side, looking for a light switch.
It was only his second time here before, so he wasn't completely familiar of the place. He was having a hard time looking for the switches, so he decided to go in the dark.
He walked in very slowly... Every bit of movement he does made the wooden floor creak. Step... creak.... Step... creak.... A slow stream of wind blew at the door and made creepy movements... He felt like there were eyes watching him... Watching... waiting... he felt that as soon as he made a wrong move, they would eat him... Then suddenly... he heard a very terrifying sound... Ashhhhhhhuaaaaahhh... Ashssshhuuhaaaaa... The noise echoed in his ears... chills went up his spine... the hairs on his arms stood up... it sounded as if there was someone......... talking... whispering......... calling his name from the dark......... Ashhhhhhhuaaaaahhh... Ashssshhuuhaaaaa... There it is again... His forehead was sweating... his breathing became heavier....slower.... imagine you're in a room...alone...and it was dark.... then you hear something like the willowing of ghosts....the picture of a horrifying face keeps entering your mind... You fear that it would suddenly appear right in your face... and you turn pale and scream but nobody hears you...and nobody sees you...this is what is happening to him right now....
Look behind you.
The ghostly noise said. Look behind youuuuu.
Alexander stopped in horror... slowly looking behind him...terrified of what might be there... as his neck rounded....his sweat streamed heavily down from his head... then...
He saw...
The sunset light. The door. The damp, mossy floor of the bridgepaths. But there was nothing else. Then he looked back in front... and saw a dim light. It was a small, dying candle... His eyes bloomed at the sight of a potential light source. He quickly ran towards it, completely forgetting the fear he had a few seconds ago. He grabbed the candle, and went to look for the old wooden, broken cupboard. There was were he hid his Diplomat Book.
Holding his candle, he looked everywhere... He searched furiously, but wasn't able to find it. Then he saw his father's small desk on one side of the room... he stroked his candle over it to see what was there. This must be where dad keeps his own Diplomat Book. He got curious and wanted to check it out. He went behind the desk, and pulled out the drawers. They were empty. Weird. I thought this was where he keeps it? Then he lighted over the sides, under the desk...but there was nothing.
But then, he realized something strange.
"Wait a second... this candle..."
Then he was suddenly weakened, his vision blacked out, and he fell face down to the desk... His forehead bled, then his whole body slid down and fell to the floor. His head gashed with so much blood... and saw his candle fling off a few feet away... then a strong wind came, blew out the candle, and shut the door. His eyes were still half-opened and stuttering. Then he heard the floor creak again... and heard that ghostly voice... Ashhhhhhhuaaaaahhh... Ashssshhuuhaaaaa... His head felt numb, his body was frozen, but he was half-conscious. How... what ha....damn......candle......
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A few minutes later...
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Sam, Toby, and the crowd finally arrived. Sam ordered Toby to go inside the Storage House first. He didn't hesitate. He immediately went in and secured the house.
But why?
Because the lights were on. Everything was neat. The place was clean, the furnishings were great. The floors were tiled, there were windows, curtains, everything. It didn't look the way it sounded. It was a blue cabin with maroon stripes. "Okay guys, come on in." Sam invited all of them, Surprisingly, the place was big enough to contain them all. Toby was anxious. He sensed something was up. "Toby, could you make us all some tea? I think I put my pack of tea bags over that cupboard there." Sam pointed to the kitchen.
One in the crowd asked.
"Hey Sam. Is this really the storage house? This looks like a rest house to me."
"Haha. Believe it or not, sir, this IS the Storage House."
Another person spoke up.
"Well, what is it that you store here, exactly?"
Sam suddenly looked down. He didn't answer. He stared blankly at the floor. He didn't answer for a few seconds.
And he smiled. Until he laughed so hard.
Then all of them were shocked and looked up at the same time... with their horrified faces.
Then, with a view from the ceiling, seeing all their faces...all their expressions... and their fear...
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Ashhhhhhhuaaaaahhh... Ashssshhuuhaaaaa...
Look behind you.
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