Sinister Abode Part 3

The basement is pitch- black. The first room is large, about a quarter the size of the upstairs. There are shelves on three of the walls with jars of…pickles? What is that? I creep closer for a better look. I gasp and jump back almost falling down. FINGERS! And the one next to that has what looks like a small lung. The one next to that a baby fetus! Shaking and sweating, I decide I’ve had quite enough.

“Waa waa”, the baby sounds like it’s just in the very next room. I’m going to grab that baby and get out of here so fast. As I run into the next room I stop immediately and see a chair, with a person sitting on it, and a white sheet covering them. It takes a moment to process what I’m seeing. I hear a mumbling from under the sheet. I look down at the feet that are kicking frantically and recognize Zack’s sneakers.

I whip the sheet off and see Zack with tape over his mouth. His hair is a mess and he has a black eye. I untie his hands, he pulls the tape off of his mouth, and wraps his arms around me.

“I’m so glad I found you! I woke up on the lawn and had no idea where I was! I’ve been following the sound of a baby crying all over this creepy house. Did you hear it?” Tears are streaming down my face, and I’m shaking all over my body. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Yes I have heard the baby and I heard you running all over the house! Are you okay?”

“Ya, I’m okay.” Pushing my hair back behind my ears I take a big breath and start to feel my heart rate slowing. “Zack, who did this to you”?

“Waa waa!” The baby starts to cry extremely loudly and both our heads whip to the right, but all we can see is a wall. Is the baby outside? I walk over to the wall and notice one of the bricks is slightly darker than the rest. I push on it and hear a click. A piece of the wall slips back from the wall. A quick look back at Zack, he nods his head, so I give it a nudge and the whole piece swings open.

At first the light is so bright I can’t open my eyes. I keep blinking through the big yellow spots and finally my vision clears. We’ve entered a huge room filled with tables, counters, microscopes, hospital beds, computers, and fridges.

“Waa Waa” I grab Zack’s hand and run into the room on the right. I have found Zack and now we will find the baby and get the hell out of here! Just as Zack enters the room the door slams behind him and we hear a click. NO! I run to the door and try to pull and push. It doesn’t budge.

Running my hands down my face I turn around to see Zack holding a small voice recorder.

“This is what has been making the baby sound Addison.” He clicks the play button, looks at me, and sure enough the sound of a wailing baby comes out.

“Well, don’t I feel like an idiot. Zack did you see who tied you up?”

Zack shakes his head.

I crumble to the ground with my head in my hands. What are we going to do? The tears are streaming down my face. I start sobbing uncontrollably. I feel Zack’s hands on my shoulders.

“It’ll be okay Addison. We’ll figure something out. Do you have your cell phone?”

I nod my head. “But the battery is dead”.

“Do you remember what happened?” Zack’s eyes are searching mine. It feels nice to stare into his eyes.

“No, the last thing I remember is driving in the car with you. Do you remember what happened?”

Zack stands up and walks across the room slowly. He faces the corner and put his hands up on the wall above his head.

With a quiet voice he says, “Yeah, I remember what happened.”

I jump up. “What happened? Did we get into a car accident?”

He shakes his head.

“Why are you being so quiet?”

A sigh and then “Addison, I’m not who you think I am.”

“What do you mean? Your name isn’t Zack?”

What is he talking about? Why is he being so weird?

Zack starts to breathe really deeply, making grunts, and funny noises.

“Zack, are you okay?”

“Stay away.”

As I back up to the door his whole entire body starts to shake. He digs his nails into the wall. His hair starts to grow longer! His skin begins to glow a dim blue. I take slow steps backwards until I’m up against the door, which abruptly opens and I fall back to the ground hitting my head. Hands grab both of my arms and pull me to my feet. I’m kicking and screaming as I am dragged across the room and forced onto one of the hospital beds. I look away from Zack and someone with a doctor’s mask is staring at me. The person straps my arms and legs to the bed.

“Try to remain calm Addison. We aren’t going to hurt you. We just need to finish the tests”, Zack said.

“We? What do you mean WE need to finish the tests?”

The masked person turns to Zack and pats him on the back. “Great job getting her back in here. I need to finish putting the chip in her neck.” It’s a woman. She has the prettiest voice I’ve ever heard.

She removes her mask and I can see that her skin is blue, with long silver hair, and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. She’s holding an extremely long needle.

“What are you doing with that? Don’t touch me! Stop!”

The needle drives into my abdomen and I scream so loudly it hurts my throat. As my vision is fading away I see Zack, watching us. He’s not stopping her. Why is he not stopping her? Darkness comes.

I hear a machine beeping every three seconds. It smells like hospital. I open my eyes and see that I am in a different room. This room looks like a regular hospital room.

I hear movement to my left and look over to see my Mom who jumps up and rushes over.

“Addison, sweet, you’re okay. Mom is here.”

“Mom, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”

She gives me a strange look. “Yes of course I’m okay. Hold on let me get the doctor.”

I reach out to stop her, but it’s too late. Panicking I try to sit up but my head is spinning.

A handsome man wearing a white lab coat walks into the room.

“Hello Addison, my name is Dr. Yark. How are you feeling?”

I lie, “I’m feeling fine. How did you get here?”

Dr. Reid laughs, “Well I work here. Do you know where we are?”

I search my mother’s eyes, then Dr. Reid’s.  A lump forms in the back of my throat.

Writing on my chart he says, “You are safe and sound at Memorial Hospital. Do you remember what happened?”

I feel as if my world is flipped upside down. Maybe someone outside heard me scream and they called the cops and they found me and brought me here.

“I’m not really sure if I remember what happened.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time to talk about that. We are keeping you for a couple days for observation to make sure you and the baby are okay.”

“Baby?” My hand gravitates to my stomach.

“Yes, Addison, you are 3 months pregnant.” Dr. Yark looks at me with concerned eyes. “You didn’t know?”

“Where is Zack? Is he okay?”

My mom is holding my hand, “Who is Zack?”

How does she not remember Zack? “Zack is my boyfriend that I have been seeing for almost a year.”

My mom and Dr. Yark share another concerned look.

“Your mom and I will be right back Addison. Just relax and have a drink of water.”

Am I going crazy? Am I really pregnant?

Tears roll down my face as my hands return to my stomach. All I can picture is Zack turning into that blue creature.

THE END

Please be gentle with your comments, this has not been edited by anyone other than myself 🙂

Sinister Abode Part 1  https://amandadroverhartwick.wordpress.com/2015/11/17/sinister-abode-part-1/

Sinister Abode Part 2 https://amandadroverhartwick.wordpress.com/2015/11/27/sinister-abode-part-2/

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Sinister Abode: Part 2

This is Part 2 of a short story I wrote called Sinister Abode. You can find Part 1 here: https://amandadroverhartwick.wordpress.com/2015/11/17/sinister-abode-part-1/

 

“I must be losing my mind. My forearm is stinging and red from pinching myself so many times. The baby is crying louder. PLEASE don’t make me go into that house. I hate old creepy houses. MY CELLPHONE! I’ll call for help! Where is my cell? It’s not in my back pocket where I normally keep it. I scan the ground and finally find it in the grass. My hands are shaking so badly I can barely press the button to turn it on. It’s not coming on.

“Shit. It’s dead.”

Maybe I should just run down the road and find help. I yell out Zack’s name again. I’m starting to sweat now in the cool autumn breeze. The baby starts crying louder. I’ll just knock on the door and see if anyone is home.

The wooden stairs squeak as I walk up to the front door. I knock on the door, it slowly swings open.

“Hello? Is there anyone home?” No answer. The baby is frantically crying in the room to my left. “Zack are you in here?”

I make my way into the room to my left towards the baby. Dust covers the sofa, and fireplace mantle. Above the fireplace is a large painting of a middle aged man, with short dark hair, straight lips, and holding a gun. His eyes follow me as I make my way to the doorway on my right. I walk through and see the dining room table with porcelain dolls sitting on each of the chairs facing my direction. I’ve never liked porcelain dolls. I can feel their eyes following me. I take the candle from the china cabinet. Darkness is coming. I’ll need this to have some light. I find a book of matches on the shelf and light the candle. The baby’s cries sound like they are coming from the next room. I go through the swing door and its hinges let out a high pitched squeak.

“Hello?”

The kitchen is enormous, and the smell is absolutely rancid. The bananas on the counter look as if they have been there for months. My stomach is turning and I feel like I’m going to be sick. Why does the crying baby sound keep moving? Is the baby crawling around?

BANG!

I run back into the dining room to see what the sound was and find one of the chairs tipped over. The porcelain dolls are all staring at me. Weren’t they facing the opposite direction before? Tingles start at my toes, work their way up my entire body, and finish with icy tentacles at the base of my neck reaching up to the top of my head.

Suddenly the baby is screaming! I run back into the kitchen, and go through the doorway on the right. It brings me into what looks like a library.

I feel something crawling on the back of my neck. Petrified, I wipe my neck and an enormous spider falls on the floor by my foot. Without hesitation I stomp on it and feel slightly satisfied. I look at my hand and see blood. I feel the back of my neck again and find a cut. What in the world? Did the spider do that? The baby starts to cry again and now the sound is coming from the main hall. I make a right through the doorway out into the hall and see something go around the corner at the top of the stairs.

“HELLO? Is someone there?” I feel like running away and crying. Should I just leave and go find help? If no one else is here the baby needs help, I can’t just leave it here alone. I hear footsteps upstairs and then the baby is screaming. The sound is piercing my ears and breaking my heart. I run up the stairs as fast as I can, taking them two at a time. I go into the first room. It’s the bathroom. The shower curtain moves slightly. I’m holding my breath waiting for what feels like an eternity.

“Maybe it’s the baby.” I think to myself.

I slowly reach my hand out, take hold of the curtain, quickly draw it across and jump back at the same time. It’s empty. I hear the faint sound of a baby crying. It’s coming from the heater vent. That’s why it keeps sounding like it’s coming from all over the house! The baby must be in the basement and the sound is carrying into the vents!

I run down the stairs, make a left down the hallway, then a right, and find myself at the top of the basement stairs. I can hear the baby crying very loudly. This is definitely where that poor baby is. Through my panting I yell out, “I’m coming baby! I’m on my way! Don’t worry!”

WHAT will she find in the basement? Stay tuned for Part 3…

Sinister Abode Part 1

I wrote a short story called Sinister Abode, for a writing contest a few months ago, after making the decision to get back to writing. It is my first piece of writing in over two decades other than my journals. Here is Part 1.

“Sinister Abode”

By Amanda Drover-Hartwick

“Sleep slowly fades away and almost immediately my head is pounding. I start to stretch and realize I’m not in my bed. Suddenly, I am aware that my face is pressed up against the grass. I open my eyes and sit up fast. UGH not a good idea, now my head is spinning. The sun is just starting to set. Why am I laying on the grass? How in the world did I get here? I’m trying hard to remember what happened and how I ended up here but I’m coming up blank. Ok, Addison – what is the last thing you remember? HEY! I remember I was driving in the car with Zack to the Halloween party. Where IS Zack?

 

I put both hands around my mouth and yell, “Zack”.

 

No response. I look around for the car but I don’t see it anywhere. I manage to get to my feet, turn around, and stumble back from shock. Standing before me is the house of my nightmares. It is a huge, old, house that has seen better days. A shiver runs up my spine and I feel as if the house is watching me. Did I just see something move in the upstairs window?

 

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest and notice I’ve been holding my breath.

 

I yell out Zack’s name again. I’m listening so hard for a response that I can hear my heart beating in my ears. My hands start shaking and I realize I am all alone, in front of this creepy house, no other houses in sight, and I have absolutely no idea how I got here. I start taking some deep breaths to calm myself down. I can feel my heart rate slowing and immediately hear a cry. What is that? Where is it coming from? Is that Zack? No it’s not Zack, it’s a BABY and it’s coming from inside the house.”

You can find Sinister Abode Part 2 here: https://amandadroverhartwick.wordpress.com/2015/11/27/sinister-abode-part-2/