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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 1:04 am
Sally, It's me. You haven't returned any of my calls. Are you alright? I...I can imagine how hard it's been for you, but Sweetie, you're still part of our Family. We still worry about you. I'm sure you had your reasons for not attending Mark's...
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Anyway. Sally. Please call me back.
It was a long, tiring day...and she was more than happy to be able to go home. The sun was just threatening to show it's first rays when she darted into her dark home, closing and locking the door behind her. The curtains never needed to be drawn; they were always closed. There was no reason to open them, not since Mark passed away. She wandered quietly through the house, glancing at the clock, then down to the phone, the light blinking as though desperately alerting her to a message that was left.
Her hand hovered over the receiver, considering answering it; but instead she just hit erase. Other, Izaak nor Nos had her home number, it wouldn't have been any of them. Chances were it was a telemarketer...or Mark's family calling her again. It wasn't as though she could call them back anyway; she had unplugged the phone itself, but the answering machine had always been mildly possessed, and still took the messages for them. But even if she could, She didn't want to talk to them, she couldn't bring herself to, and she just hoped that one day they would just give up and go on with their lives.
Please, Please just get on with your lives.
Realizing the sun's rays could seep through the blinds at any moment, Sally headed down into the basement, closing every door behind her. The basement itself had windows with closed blinds, but the bathroom did not. She had no trouble seeing of course, as she stripped out of her clothes, folding them neatly on a shelf where the towels were generally kept.
She was tired, so tired...she slipped into the blood filled bathtub a little harder than she usually did, some of the dark liquid seeping over the edges and sliding down the tile, leaking under the tiny crevice between the door and the floor. She submerged herself completely, only pausing once to lift her bloody arms through the surface, patting her long hair down into the blood along with the rest of her.
Then, stretching herself out, she rested her arms at her sides...and let her mind go blank.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 3:32 am
Millie Whittaker had given up. Her Daughter-in-Law still refused to answer her calls, and now she was getting incredibly worried. They used to talk so often! But then Mark got sick...and once he passed, the communication stopped completely. Now she couldn't wait any longer; what if something happened to Sally? She could be cut up in a pool of blood for all she knew!
So she hopped on a bus to the house; it was late, but the sun was still up. Evening was setting in, it might not be light out for long; she wished she had gotten off of work earlier, but alas they needed the help. The bus screeched to a halt, and it was just a short walk to the home her Son used to share with his Wife. Seeing the old house made tears stain the corners of her eyes, but she pressed on.
Knocking brought no answer; the doorbell received no recognition. The inside of the house remained as silent as it had ever been. When Millie discovered the door to be locked, she pressed her lips together, staring at the house through thick lenses. She shouldn't...but there was no other way.
She produced a duplicate key for the door. It unlocked easily, and creaked open to let her in.
"Sally...?" The older woman called out hesitantly, her voice echoing in the old, dusty house. "Sweetie, are you home? It's me!" Maybe Sally was out? No, that couldn't be it; she had a day job way back when...and she was pretty sure she didn't have any friends in the area.
Millie searched the house; the entire main floor, the second floor...everything looked like it hadn't been touched in ages. There was a thin layer of dust on, well, nearly everything. Including the floor. The only foot prints were hers. Worry set in, but she wasn't going to give up yet; there was still the basement to check, after all!
The basement proved to be a little less dusty than she imagined, which struck her as odd; but her calls still were not answered. Now she was on the verge of giving up...maybe she should send a Missing Person's report? She turned to head back up the stairs, but then she noticed it, in the dim light from the sun through the curtains.
Blood.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 4:07 am
Seeping out from under the bathroom door! Millie's heart leapt into her throat and her stomach clenched. No! No, she lost her son, she couldn't lose her Daughter in law too! With a cry of dismay she ran to the door, pulling and pushing, twisting the handle until the door finally opened, revealing a pitch black room. Patting the wall and assuming the worst, she flicked on the light...but nothing happened. The room remained as black as ever. There was a smell though, that began to assault her senses. The heavy, iron-filled stench of blood.
Millie started to cough, her eyes tearing up from the scent. She squinted through the darkness, stepping forward only to slip on a wet tile, catching herself on the tub before she hit the ground. Her hand grazed something odd; water that...was too thick to be water. With a shudder, she drew her hand out of the tub, peering at it, pinching it between her fingers. To her horror, she knew what it was.
Blood...so much blood.
Groaning in disgust and fear, she plunged her hand into the tub without a second thought; her hand touched skin. Someone was in there! Shuffling to the other side, her knees slipping on some of the more recent blood, Millie fought to stay upright. It was difficult; the stench of the old blood filled her nose; the overpowering scent of iron enough to make her gag.
"Oh god, Oh god..." She choked out, plunging both arms into the tub so deeply it stained the short sleeves of her t-shirt. Her hands managed to hook under the arms of the apparently naked woman that was submerged in the bloody tub, and with a stumbling heavy she pulled the figure out and onto the bathroom floor without an ounce of grace. In the darkness of the bathroom, she wasn't sure who it was; but she had a feeling, and that didn't sit well with her.
Nothing else seemed to exist; she didn't hear the truck screech to a halt on the street, plunging the room back into darkness, nor did she hear the other noises that littered outside, the happy families being reunited now that work and school was over for the day.
Choking in distress, Millie managed to drag the heavy and very unconscious body out of the bathroom.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 2:00 am
Sally remained blissfully unconscious throughout Millie's entire ordeal. When she slept, her entire body went into a naturally 'dead' state; she didn't feel herself getting pulled out of the bath, the way she hit the floor against her in-law. The older woman's attempts to revive her also went ignored; the uncomfortable mouth-to-mouth, the desperate screaming of her name, the check for a pulse. Nothing. Poor Millie, as far as signs went, it was quite clear that Sally was, without a shadow of a doubt, deceased.
Eventually, the woman gave up. It was no use. She'd lost Sally, so shortly after losing Mark...
With a choking sob she placed Sally's unresponsive and bloody hands on her stomach, folded neatly as though she were already in her coffin. She picked at her hair, still wet with the thick blood, until it looked nearly presentable. She only wished she could wipe off all the blood... Soon Millie stood and stumbled away, heading upstairs to call an ambulance. The police department. Anyone. The line, of course, was dead.
She didn't know what else to do; she washed her arms and face in the upstairs bath; heading downstairs was the last thing she wanted. And, with a heartbroken stride, she left the house, locking it behind her so nobody else would stumble upon the horrific scene; so nobody else had to see the naked and bloody body of her Son's Wife. She needed a phone; maybe the neighbours would have one.
The Old Woman was too distraught to realize that she'd locked her spare keys inside the house.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 2:37 am
She woke up screaming.
Her entire body was on fire; at least, it felt that way. The truck that had been parked outside the window moved, and a few of the last rays from the day poured into the basement window, streaming against her face, hip and knee. The thin layer of blood that covered her did nothing; the skin darkened instantly, blistering and hissing, filling the room with the stench of burning flesh.
The pain was nearly paralyzing; she had enough strength and reflex to lift her arms in a desperate attempt to shield her face, but the pain continued, burning her arm instead of her face, her hip and knee still under attack from a simple ray of sun. Soon every self preservation instinct she possessed kicked into gear, and through the intense pain she managed to roll onto her side, the sun instead blistering her back and shoulders in her attempt to crawl away. She had to get to the closet. She had to. The blankets...they would help. Her head hurt, her arms were in pain, her hip burned, her knee refused to bend...but she had to keep going.
Leaving a bloody smear on the floor in her wake, Sally managed to pull herself as far as the linen closet. With an inhuman cry, she shakily pulled herself to her more decent knee, her less burned arm stretching out, trying to reach the doorknob. She missed a few times, but eventually she grabbed it, ripping it open and groping around for one of the blankets there. Her hand caught one, but she slipped before she could get it fully out; some of the blood from her hair made her hand slide, causing her to hit the ground once more.
An agonizing few seconds passed before she could get back up, throwing the blanket over her burnt and blistering body, the skin bubbling in the places where the ray had remained the longest. It was only a tiny relief when the sun stopped touching her. Just a small one. But it was enough.
How the hell did she get out of the tub?! What the hell was she doing in the basement, where the sun could get her?! Her face contorted in pain, she couldn't help the wracking sob that shuddered through her body. It hurt. It hurt so much! Soon the adrenaline wore off, and even thinking about moving made her cringe. But...there was no way she would have moved on her own. Someone else had to do it. Someone took her out of the tub, and put her in a room where the sun would be! Someone was trying to kill her!
Now, she was considering letting them. What did she have, anyway? Her Husband was dead. She was a Monster. Soon she wouldn't be able to see her friend anymore, because she was doing what every woman dreams of; having a Baby, raising a family. Sally had nothing in life anymore. Nothing. Any hope of a storybook life was gone. Maybe...it would be best to take off the blanket, to let whoever it was that was trying to kill her succeed. She deserved it; she was a murderer now. A Murderer with nothing and nobody.
As she lay under the blissfully dark blanket, trying to regain her strength or at least the will to move, she thought about it. That wasn't necessarily true anymore, was it? There was at least one person that counted on her, in a strange way. What would happen to Nosferatu if she stopped showing up at night? Or...Izaak. Could she count him as someone she wanted to live for? He was hard to read. He was a pain in the a**. But...he was still very kind to her, wasn't he?
Honestly, there was nobody else she'd rather see right now. That stupid eyeless smile of his. The Cocky b*****d that would probably find a way to revive her if she died, just to spite her. Maybe he was someone she could live for, if only because she suspected he wouldn't allow her to die anyway.
"F-fine" Sally stuttered out, her voice hoarse from the ordeal. A daring peek out from under the blanket proved that the sun had finally gone down; it was still too early for her liking, but whoever it was that had tried to kill her would most certainly be coming back to see if they had succeeded. She had no energy to put up a fight.
Crying out in pain, she forced her creaking and stiff joints to move, getting to her feet with a great deal of effort. With the blanket drawn tightly around her naked body and an extra bit made into an impromptu hood, Sally started the aching task of getting out of her house.
...And then the daunting and seemingly impossible task of making it to the library.
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