1 || Don't go Upstairs
Maniacal laughs echo in the night, the red strobe lights blinking sleepily, no care at all for the terrible crime occurring. The club thrives on alcohol and drugs, music thrumming through the veins of the puppets, shaking the dance floor and jumbling coherent thoughts. Above, two floors up where the music slithers into the rooms and through the walls in a distorted hum, a girl stumbles into a wall, red streaking the floor to mark the path she staggered from. Leaning into the pale brown structure, she chokes on a sob, hand squeezing so hard her terrified cries are muffled. Her small frame shakes, covered in a torn dress stained with a rust colour.
"You can't hide from me," comes a distorted whisper. It seems to come from everywhere; behind her, in the walls and the floor, above her.
Her body shakes violently and she struggles to lift off the wall and move, to get out of there as fast as she can. Maybe if she can get downstairs, where her friends and everybody else are enjoying their night, she can be free of this nightmare.
Maybe, if she hadn't contemplated it for so long, she would have gotten away.
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Obsidian
HorrorDark and deadly, bloody and violent. Scenes I wrote that don't fit anywhere else Cover by me
