Post by Ellie on Dec 3, 2004 20:33:47 GMT -5
Title: And they Kept Coming
Type: Original
Author: Ellie
She had saw the empty house, and wondered where the old lady had gone. She had liked the old lady, she was always taking care of her flowers out front and was very friendly to everyone in the neighborhood. She wondered why no one else had openly wondered where the old lady was. Cora walked to the sidewalk looking across the way. The big green house was sitting their welcoming, bright summer flowers attracting different summer insects, and beyond the house were the yellow covered rolling hills. She wondered who that land belonged to, because it needed to be mowed or a heard of cows.
“Cora!” Sam said from the front porch.
She turned to look at him and then back at the green house, her mind straying on the old lady just a little longer then normal. She heard Sam clear his throat. Sighing, she turned away from the house, and went back to getting ready for the party.
The party, for her sister’s going away present, she had planned. Although her sister had sort of figured it out and she had her own plans for the party. This night to Sam, was the night he got lucky. She knew what he was thinking, and she knew what she wasn’t going to do. Sam had himself to entertain, and he could do it when ever he wanted to.
They prepared for the party, and Cora watched as the people around her got drunker and drunker, even Sam. Her Sam, she was seriously rethinking, her and Sam. Just lately she had noticed characteristics she didn’t like in him. She looked at the house across the street through the front window. What if the old lady was dead and no one knew. Wouldn’t it be sad if no one thought about it?
She left the party, and the thick humid July heat attacked her as she walked across the street. She walked passed the colored flowers and up to the front door. She rang the bell. No answer. She knocked. No answer. She tried the knob. It turned easily in her hand. She pulled the door open. “Hello?” She asked not daring to stick her head in. No answer.
She finally stuck her head in. “Hello?” she said. Nothing. She smelt no smell of death or rot and pulled the door open. The house was cool, which was weird because the old lady wasn’t there to run the air conditioner. She walked into the dark living room. There was a smell which seemed earthy, but that was about it. “Hello,” Cora said again. Her voice getting no reply.
She looked into the kitchen, no dead body. She looked into the bathroom, no dead body. She walked down the narrow hallway, as she came to the end she opened the next door thinking it was a bedroom. It turned out to be another hallway. She turned and looked behind her. “Well this is weird,” she said to herself before going through the door. She walked for what seemed five minutes before she came to another bigger door. She tried to pull it open, and when it didn’t budge she pushed it open. It flung open easily.
What she saw stunned her beyond belief. She swore she had came in when it was dark outside, but she had seemed to exit the house through the backdoor and it was bright and sunny. The rolling hills were her backyard. She walked out blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She turned to look at the house, but it wasn’t there. All that stood where she had been was the open door. “What the hell is going on? The ass spiked my drink, asshole.” She decided to play the crazy trip out, and started walking through the long hip length yellow grass.
She stopped on one of the hills. She put her hand over eyes to shade from the sun as she looked around. Nothing but more grass and hills. “Weird.”
A growl sounded somewhere near her left. She stood still waiting to hear it again. It didn’t come, so she started walking back to the house. She heard the growl again, this time louder. She started walking faster. Now she could hear movement in the grass. But she could see nothing as her eyes darted around. She walked, trying not to run to the door. She made it through and as she turned she caught movement of something big and fury before she slammed the door. The door thudded. She turned around and she was not in the hall anymore. She was in some sort of hole. Her eyes looked around searchingly for some way to get out.
There was a stairway. She went to it, tripping over something skinning her knee. She turned sitting on the cold brick floor and felt for what she had tripped over. Her hands found something. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as her hands were exploring the sort of wet hard thing. She pulled her hands back and fought the scream that she was sure was going to come out. It was the old lady, or what was left of the old lady.
She got to her feet quickly, so quickly she almost fell again. She climbed the stairs and came to the top and another door. She pulled it open wanting to get away from the corpse. She came to another hall. This one had weird oval picture frames. But in each frame all that looked out were yellow cat eyes. They watched her as she walked passed them.
She suddenly felt cold, and then behind her came a loud growl. She panicked running down the narrow hall. Growling behind her chasing her. Maybe it was coming from the picture frames, or maybe they weren’t pictures at all. She came to another door, pushed it open and she closed it quickly closing the growls out.
She was now in a huge room. A giant lion lounged on a table on her far right. It watched her with hungry yellow eyes. It stayed were it was as she tried to stop breathing, as if it would make any difference. She inched her way along the other side of the wall very slowly. The large cat watching her. As she got to the other door it stood in a quick motion and jumped off the table. She let out a small scream and ran to the door. At first she thought it wouldn’t open, but she got it open easily, and made it through easily.
Baby cub cries made her turn her terrified eyes to look in the room she entered. Something was liking her leg, she let out a small scream moving away. They weren’t lions, not that she could see. The mom cat, a cheetah jumped down from she thought was the roof. It opened it mouth letting out a scream. She saw its large teeth and ran. She ran down the hall. The cat, she knew was behind her, and would attack her at any time.
She finally came to another door, but before she got through the cheetah had clawed the back of her leg. She got through the door. By now she was crying in pain and fright. What was happening to her? She touched her sliced leg, her hand was covered in blood. Growls around her made her drop her hand. She looked in the pitch black room. Three cougars jumped her. She screamed painfully as they tore her apart. The scream faded as one of the cougars tore her throat out. They fed greedily and left what was left were it was as they went back to prey on more bleeding victims.
Sam stuck his head in Cora’s room. “Cora?”
“I think she went across the street,” Cora’s sister said giggling as she swatted away a drunk’s hand trying to grope her.
“You mean she went to the old ladies house?”
“Yeah.”
Sam walked out of the house not caring about the heat or how drunk he was. The only thing he wanted at that moment was Cora. He walked up to the house and saw the door was ajar. He pulled it open and walked in. “Cora?”
There was a noise towards the back of the house. He started walking down the hall. “Yo Cora! Where you hiding? Come out and play with me.” He went through the other door, and then the other. His mistake was closing the door leading back into the house. Because when he turned there was nothing there but tall yellow grass and rolling hills. And in the grass were the lionesses. And the cats had a feast that night because the people from the party kept coming.
Type: Original
Author: Ellie
She had saw the empty house, and wondered where the old lady had gone. She had liked the old lady, she was always taking care of her flowers out front and was very friendly to everyone in the neighborhood. She wondered why no one else had openly wondered where the old lady was. Cora walked to the sidewalk looking across the way. The big green house was sitting their welcoming, bright summer flowers attracting different summer insects, and beyond the house were the yellow covered rolling hills. She wondered who that land belonged to, because it needed to be mowed or a heard of cows.
“Cora!” Sam said from the front porch.
She turned to look at him and then back at the green house, her mind straying on the old lady just a little longer then normal. She heard Sam clear his throat. Sighing, she turned away from the house, and went back to getting ready for the party.
The party, for her sister’s going away present, she had planned. Although her sister had sort of figured it out and she had her own plans for the party. This night to Sam, was the night he got lucky. She knew what he was thinking, and she knew what she wasn’t going to do. Sam had himself to entertain, and he could do it when ever he wanted to.
They prepared for the party, and Cora watched as the people around her got drunker and drunker, even Sam. Her Sam, she was seriously rethinking, her and Sam. Just lately she had noticed characteristics she didn’t like in him. She looked at the house across the street through the front window. What if the old lady was dead and no one knew. Wouldn’t it be sad if no one thought about it?
She left the party, and the thick humid July heat attacked her as she walked across the street. She walked passed the colored flowers and up to the front door. She rang the bell. No answer. She knocked. No answer. She tried the knob. It turned easily in her hand. She pulled the door open. “Hello?” She asked not daring to stick her head in. No answer.
She finally stuck her head in. “Hello?” she said. Nothing. She smelt no smell of death or rot and pulled the door open. The house was cool, which was weird because the old lady wasn’t there to run the air conditioner. She walked into the dark living room. There was a smell which seemed earthy, but that was about it. “Hello,” Cora said again. Her voice getting no reply.
She looked into the kitchen, no dead body. She looked into the bathroom, no dead body. She walked down the narrow hallway, as she came to the end she opened the next door thinking it was a bedroom. It turned out to be another hallway. She turned and looked behind her. “Well this is weird,” she said to herself before going through the door. She walked for what seemed five minutes before she came to another bigger door. She tried to pull it open, and when it didn’t budge she pushed it open. It flung open easily.
What she saw stunned her beyond belief. She swore she had came in when it was dark outside, but she had seemed to exit the house through the backdoor and it was bright and sunny. The rolling hills were her backyard. She walked out blinking as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. She turned to look at the house, but it wasn’t there. All that stood where she had been was the open door. “What the hell is going on? The ass spiked my drink, asshole.” She decided to play the crazy trip out, and started walking through the long hip length yellow grass.
She stopped on one of the hills. She put her hand over eyes to shade from the sun as she looked around. Nothing but more grass and hills. “Weird.”
A growl sounded somewhere near her left. She stood still waiting to hear it again. It didn’t come, so she started walking back to the house. She heard the growl again, this time louder. She started walking faster. Now she could hear movement in the grass. But she could see nothing as her eyes darted around. She walked, trying not to run to the door. She made it through and as she turned she caught movement of something big and fury before she slammed the door. The door thudded. She turned around and she was not in the hall anymore. She was in some sort of hole. Her eyes looked around searchingly for some way to get out.
There was a stairway. She went to it, tripping over something skinning her knee. She turned sitting on the cold brick floor and felt for what she had tripped over. Her hands found something. Her eyes adjusted to the dark as her hands were exploring the sort of wet hard thing. She pulled her hands back and fought the scream that she was sure was going to come out. It was the old lady, or what was left of the old lady.
She got to her feet quickly, so quickly she almost fell again. She climbed the stairs and came to the top and another door. She pulled it open wanting to get away from the corpse. She came to another hall. This one had weird oval picture frames. But in each frame all that looked out were yellow cat eyes. They watched her as she walked passed them.
She suddenly felt cold, and then behind her came a loud growl. She panicked running down the narrow hall. Growling behind her chasing her. Maybe it was coming from the picture frames, or maybe they weren’t pictures at all. She came to another door, pushed it open and she closed it quickly closing the growls out.
She was now in a huge room. A giant lion lounged on a table on her far right. It watched her with hungry yellow eyes. It stayed were it was as she tried to stop breathing, as if it would make any difference. She inched her way along the other side of the wall very slowly. The large cat watching her. As she got to the other door it stood in a quick motion and jumped off the table. She let out a small scream and ran to the door. At first she thought it wouldn’t open, but she got it open easily, and made it through easily.
Baby cub cries made her turn her terrified eyes to look in the room she entered. Something was liking her leg, she let out a small scream moving away. They weren’t lions, not that she could see. The mom cat, a cheetah jumped down from she thought was the roof. It opened it mouth letting out a scream. She saw its large teeth and ran. She ran down the hall. The cat, she knew was behind her, and would attack her at any time.
She finally came to another door, but before she got through the cheetah had clawed the back of her leg. She got through the door. By now she was crying in pain and fright. What was happening to her? She touched her sliced leg, her hand was covered in blood. Growls around her made her drop her hand. She looked in the pitch black room. Three cougars jumped her. She screamed painfully as they tore her apart. The scream faded as one of the cougars tore her throat out. They fed greedily and left what was left were it was as they went back to prey on more bleeding victims.
Sam stuck his head in Cora’s room. “Cora?”
“I think she went across the street,” Cora’s sister said giggling as she swatted away a drunk’s hand trying to grope her.
“You mean she went to the old ladies house?”
“Yeah.”
Sam walked out of the house not caring about the heat or how drunk he was. The only thing he wanted at that moment was Cora. He walked up to the house and saw the door was ajar. He pulled it open and walked in. “Cora?”
There was a noise towards the back of the house. He started walking down the hall. “Yo Cora! Where you hiding? Come out and play with me.” He went through the other door, and then the other. His mistake was closing the door leading back into the house. Because when he turned there was nothing there but tall yellow grass and rolling hills. And in the grass were the lionesses. And the cats had a feast that night because the people from the party kept coming.