PAWN—part 7

I rushed to the top floor, what was happening?!

To my surprise, I found one of the locked doors ajar. The door withe the letter L crudely carved on it...From it the bright orange light of a candle flame emitted.

I went in. The mirrors in the room were all clothed, but I didn't dare to unveil them...I didn't dare to...I didn't want to know what they showed.

The sound of a little girl's screams bounced of the walls of the house. It was deafening, and I clasped my ears and crouched in fear. Still it boomed.

Fear engulfed me..I couldn't help myself. Tears gushed out of my eyes as I trembled. I could hear every single word the woman was saying.

"STUPID GIRL! STUPID GIRL! HOW COULD YOU REVEAL THAT I AM YOUR MOTHER?! YOU DISGRACE!" The girl was screaming, crying, telling her that it was not true, pleading for her own mother to stop. I looked at the floor beside me...a pool of crimson red blood trickled towards me. I shut my eyes tightly.

"It's just a terrible, terrible vision..a terrible terrible part of the story... I am just dreaming..."

I heard something hot, sizzling, then a loud piercing shriek of pain from the young girl. What made matters worse, was that it was repetitive, as though someone was being burnt...alive.

Then I heard the clattering of metal chains...the woman's voice chanting creepily, angrily," I'll lock you up, where you won't run away. I'll lock you up, where you will no longer misbehave..."

The girl crying, pleading, "No mommy, no..I didn't do it...I didn't...please mommy, please..no.."

But her incessant pleading grew distant, like she was enclosed somewhere. Then as she sobbed, there were loud bangs, as though someone were knocking on a door violently, as well as the rattling of chains. The clicking of a key. The lights went out. The young girl's sobbing continued, and every now and then she winced in pain.

I opened my eyes to the darkness of the room. Faint moonlight shone through the window pain. In the room was a wooden chest, bound up tightly by thick metal chains, with a bulky lock guarding it defensively.

I walked towards the wooden chest, the floorboards creaking under my weight.

The sobbing continued...was the little girl...Lynette...was she in there?

A rat squeaked, and scurried from behind the box to a dark corner of the room.

As I approached the box, I could make out a dark hole in the box. Next to it, the black moth rested, like a signal for me to look into the hole, to look at what was inside...

...and following the signal, I crouched down, resting my right cheek on the dusty floorboard. The smell of mould and decay grew stronger. Just one peek, wouldn't hurt...

And in the darkness, I could faintly make out small, clean bones, like those of a rat. Some of them looked like they had been gnawed on, as though a ravenous creature lived in that box, and the adventurous rats were its only source of nutrition...or her only source of nutrition.

"BANG! BANG! BANG!" "She" knocked in the wooden chest violently, though I could make out nothing else within the box.

Now, escape was the only thought on my mind. Whatever spirits that were in this house, whatever message they were trying to send....Those spirits were angry. I need to get out of the house. I don't want to know what happened to the little girl. I need Blue, Yellow...and Red.

I rushed towards the shut door. I twisted the handle, and gave it a push, only to be met by the disappointing thud of a locked door. I was trapped.

Would the window work? I rushed to the window, in hope. I'd jump out if I had to. I'd do anything, absolutely anything to get out.

As my feet pounded on the creaking floorboards, it gave way. One moment I was running, the next I was falling, shouting, —thud.