Rachel Nov 10, 2008 21:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Halo on Nov 10, 2008 21:08:28 GMT -5
When you weren’t really looking, it appeared that her long, straggly black hair simply covered up her eyes. But under closer examination, as she lies unconscious next to me in this elevator shaft, I can see now that she has no eyes – Only black holes that seem to almost drag you into them…
Rachel was always the loner. She was never around anyone, and no one was ever around her. There have been people who have tried to talk to her, but she merely kept her head down and shrugged them away. By now, no one tried anymore and she was just one of those mysteries that would never be solved. (10th grade was filled with them.)
It was a regular day in 1st block History and it was so far going same-as-always when the teacher announced an end-of-the-year project in which we were going to receive a partner. Not surprisingly, I got Rachel; I almost never seem to get any of my friends. But I was going to make it work, and make sure she pulled her own weight. I tried to talk with her at lunch, but she didn’t say much – mainly just turned her head away and nodded slightly. I concluded that she was obviously very shy.
I decided to go to her house after school to work on the project since she already rejected coming to mine. As I began to walk home with her, I said,
“I’m going over to your house and I won’t take no for an answer.” She kept walking. I took her silence as a ‘whatever’ and continued on.
We arrived at her home and I saw that it was in a fact very old and morbid-looking mansion at the end of a large, wood-surrounded Cul-de-sac. I half-expected to see a moat and bats flying overhead as we approached. Inside, it was very dim. The furniture looked old and worn and their radio looked ancient; no TV in sight.
We go into her room and I sit on a chair, she on the bed. I saw all the black roses on her wallpaper. I study it for a moment, then turn to comment, but she is no longer in the room. Well, that’s rude I though to myself. I quickly stand up and look into the ill-lighted hallway – no one in sight. Great, now I’m alone in a strange, creepy mansion! I decide to take a look around. I was about to just sit and wait and she never come back or something.
I edged out of the room, shifting my eyes back and forth. I felt almost like a spy in a haunted mansion looking for ghosts like in the movies.
Suddenly, the little light that held the hallway before my eyes went out. I was in pitch darkness. I grew tense, and quickly tried to feel my way back to where the bedroom door had been. It didn’t seem to be there anymore. I probably just didn’t go far enough… I kept feeling along the wall until I felt a switch.
“Let’s hope this turns the lights back on…”
I flicked up the switch, but instead of light, I heard a noise like mechanisms moving behind me. I turned around and saw that a narrow winding staircase had opened up in the floor. It was dimly lit and apparently the only place lit at the moment, so I began to head down.
As I carefully stepped down, I heard a low, malevolent-sounding voice coming from above me, or maybe it was just in the air. It was laughing. I immediately bolted down the staircase and then threw my back against the wall in front of the stairs, looking around, shivering slightly.
I was now in a large, basement-looking room, although it was not near the basement – the window next to me told me that much. The air smelled damp and suddenly I noticed the staircase’s entrance closing. No chance of getting back out that way now.
I walked forward and saw something interesting. I went up close and noticed that it was an elevator. Maybe a very early one, but nonetheless electrical.
I pushed the button and heard a low rumbling. Eventually the doors squeaked open. I shrieked slightly in surprise when I saw Rachel standing in the corner, her long black hair almost completely covering her face. I raised an eyebrow and stepped in.
“What’re you doing in here?”
The doors close, and the elevator begins to move down. After about 10 seconds it suddenly creaks to a stop, but the doors don’t reopen. I grow tense again, wondering if we’ve stopped dead in the middle of the shaft.
Then, without warning, the floor of the elevator gives away and the next thing I know, we are both free-falling down the long, dark elevator shaft.
I wake up, who knows how long after the fall, and here I am now, waiting.
Rachel is waking up. She sits up, knees pulled in, hugging her legs, head down.
I look up and I suddenly see a dark figure up through the hole in the elevator floor. I hear the laughing again, only much louder.
Rachel picks up her head and whispers,
Suddenly the elevator begins to come down the shaft, or more like falling down. I look over at Rachel as she gets pulled through the shaft wall, disappearing. I try to scream, but nothing comes out.
The elevator is about 100 yards away from me now. Now 50 feet. 40. 30. 20. I can’t breathe.