Time to Sign

"What kind of papers are those?"I ask. "They'e the kind that needs to be signed." Chad responds sarcastically. "But what are we signing?" "Papers." "Give us one good reason why we should sign?" Olivia breaks in, disrupting our banter. "Of course you don't have to sign. You don't have have to do anything you don't want to do. However, I would take another good look at my driver." We turn back to the driver. He holds a knife again, but this time it's even bigger than before.  "You can't fool us. That's just illusion." Olivia says. "Would you bet your lives on that?" Chad asks. There is a brief pause. Olivia sighs. "No. We'll sign."

"So glad you made it"

I looked back into the infinite darkness to try and get an idea where the voice was coming from. All I saw was black. When I turned my head to the fireplace Chad Billington was standing there, nonchalantly, as if he were there the whole time."I  said I'm so glad you made it. Please, come out of the gloom." Neither Olivia, nor I respond. Chad claps his hands. A moment later every single light in the cabin pops on. The sudden brightness causes us to wince. "My apologies for  the assault on your retinas, but I did ask you to come out of the gloom." "What kind of game are you playing?" I ask, still squinting. "A game? Whatever makes you think that." "There is a madman out there." Olivia shouts. "And what does this madman look like?" "He's your driver." She says with gritted teeth.  "You mean the man standing behind you?" Chad asks. Olivia and I turn to see the driver standing right behind us.He holds a butcher knife in a sinister fashion. Olivia yelps while I'm frozen in place. "Come now, what are you so afraid of?" Chad asks. "Because he wants to carve us like a pumpkin." Olivia shouts. "With What? His ball point pen?" Chad says. "He has a large knife." "Look closer." Chad instructs. We look at the knife. All the sudden as if by magic, the large knife turns to a small pen. Chad walks to the driver. "You see, the pen truly is mightier than the sword." I take a deep breath. "What's going on?" I ask. Chad smiles smugly. "I  want you to sign some papers."

The Dark Room

Sometimes I watch a movie and I shout to the screen, "No, you idiot. Why would you go in there?" But now I know. It's curiosity, or greed actually. However, in this instance, for these two characters it was curiosity. We stepped into the cabin into a dark, dark room. Our footsteps echoed in the darkness. There was nothing but dark for a long time.  Then out of nowhere we saw a flame. It was a torch at first,  but it grew into a massive, lit fireplace. Olivia and I both expected someone to be standing there. Instead a familiar voice called out from somewhere in the shadows. It said "I'm so glad you made it."

The Cabin on the Hill

The cabin at the top of the hill was much further away than we realized, and the hill was steeper than we had anticipated. At times it felt as though the cabin was being pushed further and further away. However, after much struggle, and perhaps losing a quart of sweat, we reached the top. It was then that we realized that this was no ordinary, quaint cabin. The front door had a sleek, art deco look, and the doorbell was a diamond. I pressed the doorbell. It rang three times to the tune of an old fashioned grandfather clock. Then, as if on it's own, the front door popped open.

Flicker

We had our shield, but it wasn't as strong as it could be.It kept flickering like a faulty lightbulb. It did this for a long while. Eventually the flickering ceased and we were left with no shield at all. Luckily, the path in forest was becoming clearer. We could now see a cabin at the top of a hill. It appeared that the residents were home. Perhaps they were friendly. Perhaps they could help.

Lost Him?

We lost him, or so we wanted to believe. The maniac was no where in sight, but I've seen most of the Halloween movies. I know that just because the killer walks slowly it doesn't mean that he won't turn up out of nowhere. I also know that the victim's panicked breathing often gives away their location. I quickly covered my mouth. The only sound to squeel on me now was now was my heartbeat. I knew only I could hear it, but it felt like a million decibels. I didn't know what to do. Then I looked up. I saw pink wrapped around me and Olivia. I turned to Olivia. "You had energy to do that?" "Some."

Keep Running

Chases don't end till one of the parties is dead or simply too tired to carry on. Our pursuer was both tenacious and ruthless. He ditched his wheels in favor of his feet. I'd say he was making things even, but he was carrying a very sharp, very large knife. Olivia and I were starting to feel exhausted, however we couldn't give up. We had to keep running. Our lives depended on it.