A New Killer Is Born

Chapter 12: The Closet PART III

I went to respond as the sound of heavy footsteps was sounded from upstairs. I thought it was my dad at first, but the sound of a door slamming made me think twice. I thought of a mad monster walking out my closet and getting the ball. I cried and ran over towards Glen. Thankfully, he heard it too. Glen turned to me and told me to be quiet, but I couldn't. I was more scared than I thought I'd never be. I moved from Glen and ran out the kitchen door and outside on the porch. I scanned the backyard and no one was in sight that I knew of. Then I did the most stupidest thing any little girl would do. I screamed.
"Daddy!", I screamed.
I heard the door open from behind me and saw Glen running towards me.
"There's someone in the house!", Glen yelled in my face.
Before I could respond, Glen grabbed my hand and we ran off the porch steps and started heading towards the woods. I stopped and snatched my hand from Glen. As I thought of where everybody could be, my first thought was the basement. I ran back.
"Ashley!", I heard Glen yell from behind me. I ignored him and went to the side of the house where the basement was. I saw two in-grounds doors planted in the ground. I opened one and saw nothing but darkness. I wondered if they all were down there.
"Daddy!", I called down.
No answer.
I sighed and dropped the door. I wasn't paying attention to what was going on, until I looked up at one of the windows and saw a black shadow. The one curtain was pulled back so I could see the dark figure. I gasped. Glen was right, there was someone in the house. The dark figure must of saw me look at him as he quickly ran from the curtain. I gasped and started to run back to Glen, but he was gone. I ran off full speed towards the woods. Tears came to my eyes and I ran up he bank and throughout the woods. I didn't know where I was going or where I was headed, but I had to get away from there. I had to find Glen. My eyes were getting blurry from the tears. I quickly wiped them and continued running.
All kinds of negative thoughts were running through my mind, but the one thought that kept replaying was the dark figure I saw in the window. Was that the dark figure hiding in my closet? If so, what was it doing in there and what did it want?
"Ashley!", I heard someone call my name.
I came to a stop and spun around to see Glen running after me. I smiled happily and ran over towards him.
"You ok?", he asked.
I nodded my head and looked around for any sign of that dark figure. "He isn't following us is he?", I asked.
Glen shrugged. "I don't know, I just ran when you went back to the house. Why did you even run back to the house for?"
"The basement.", I said. "I thought everyone would be in the basement, but they weren't and that was when I saw it in the window."
"It?", Glen questioned.
"It was a dark figure or shadow thingy.", I sighed. "I really don't know what it was. But it looked scary and I wonder if it was the thing in my closet that threw that ball."
Glen shrugged and went to walk away. "I don't know what it could be, but right now, lets just focus on looking for the others. Maybe Uncle Jeepers Creepers flew off somewhere."
Just then, Glen stopped and looked back at me. His face brightened as he said, "Maybe, just maybe there all back at the house now. Just think, they probably killed whoever it was that was in our house and realized that we weren't there and..."
"And there probably looking for us!", I finished.
Glen nodded with a smile. "And with Uncle Jeepers Creeper's flying, he could spot us down here easily and get us."
I nodded in agreement and went to walk back, but quickly caught myself. "Wait a minute.", I said, grabbing Glen's arm. "That's impossible. I mean, we just ran from home. There's no way they could be back there now Glen. Just think about it, we just left from there and if they were coming back home, don't you think we could of ran into them by now?"
Glen looked at me puzzled and thought for a moment. Then he looked back at me and nodded. "Your right; there's absolutely no way."
I watched as Glen sighed and walked over and sat on a tree stump. He put his face in her hands and stood there for a minute.
"Don't you think it's rather odd that they all ran off without even telling us?", Glen mumbled in his hands.
I thought for a moment and nodded. I walked over swiftly and took a seat next to him. It was rather odd that they didn't say anything before they disappeared, but then it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, something bad happened to them. All of this stuff had to happen today when it started with my closet and that weird ball. Then it occurred to me that whoever was in our house, had did something to them; my family.
I stood up and pulled Glen up along with me. Before Glen went to ask me what I was doing, I whispered, "We got to go."
Glen looked at me questioningly before I ran off farther into the woods. I could hear Glen running after me. I didn't know where to run to or where to go, but I knew Glen and I had to get out and far away from the house as possible. I felt tears come to my eyes again as I thought about my dad. Where was my dad? Most importantly, what happened to him?
It felt like forever since Glen and I ran away from the house. I knew we were far away though, but that didn't make me stop. I kept on running and running until I collapsed from the pain throbbing in my feet and legs.
"I-I'm tired.", Glen breathed, collapsing next to me.
I lifted my head up to look at him. His reddish-orange hair was in his face. I reached my hand over to remove his bangs out from his eyes. He looked over at me and gave me a weak smile.
"I miss my mom and dad.", Glen said finally.
I nodded. "I miss my dad...I miss everybody."
Glen nodded in agreement. We both sat on the ground for fifteen minutes in silence. When those fifteen minutes were up, I told Glen that we should try looking for help. Maybe at least if we walked a little further, we would maybe come to a house. And where there was a house, there was help, and where there was help, there was shelter and where there was shelter, there was food and warmth. Besides, it was starting to get dark anyways. The sun was starting to set as I saw it lowering down between the trees on the far right.
"Ashley?", I heard Glen ask.
I continued walking. "Yeah?", I called over my shoulder.
Just then, Glen quickly ran up beside me and asked, "What kind of animals do you think we might run into? Remember New York has..."
"Glen stop.", I pleaded. "It's getting dark and I don't even want to think about wild animals at this time. We need to find some help."
Glen nodded with a sigh and continued to walk close beside me. Thanks to Glen, now I couldn't help but think of all the wild animals that we could possibly run into. I thought of bears and wolves. I thought of they're sharp teeth ripping through my flesh and eating me alive. I shivered and quickly pushed the thought away as the scent of food rushed through my nostrils.
I came to a stop. "Glen? Do you smell that?"
Glen stopped beside me and smelt the air. A smile spread across his face and nodded. "Food!"
Glen started running and when he did, I was too late to stop him. I sighed and ran after him. "Glen wait!", I yelled behind him.
Glen didn't stop and just kept on running. The pain was coming back to my feet and I wanted to stop and sit down for a while. I notice Glen came to a stopping point and within a couple of seconds, I stood beside him. I looked up at him and saw him starring at something. I cocked my eyebrow and turned to see what he was looking at. I gasped as the sight of something big and yellow in front of us. Through the trees, I could spot a wooden porch and a well. I took a couple steps closer to get a better look. I smiled as I thought Glen and I finally made it to help.
"Come on Glen.", I smiled and rushed down the rocky bank.
Glen stumbled down behind me. I ran off and reached the front porch. I ran up the stairs and knocked on the door. Glen stood beside me out of breath. I turned to him with a smile.
"What are you going to say?", Glen asked.
"That our family is missing and we can't find our parents.", I replied.
Glen nodded and went to say something until the door swung open and an elderly woman stood at the door. I looked up at her and gave her the most worried face I could give her. It just so happens, she wasn't looking down at Glen and I; she was looking straight ahead.
"Um?", Glen began.
"Excuse me Ma'am.", I spoke. "I was wondering if you could help us, our parents are missing and we can't find them."
The lady slowly moved her eyes down at us and gasped. When she did, blood spat out from her mouth and flew on Glen and I. I gasped and walked back. I watched in horror as the woman fell on her knees, looking back and forth at Glen and I and said, "Run." She fell to the floor with a thud and I let out a terrified scream.
"Glen run!", I screamed and Glen did. He ran around the porch while I ran towards the backyard. I didn't know what I was doing or where I was going. I reached the back yard and came to a quick stop when I saw a what looked like a man, sitting on his knees and stabbing what looked like a dog. I gasped and let out another scream, getting the man's attention. The man looked back at me and I gasped. That man was my Uncle Michael. I saw that he held a bloody knife in his hand and this caused me to scream more. I saw Uncle Michael stood up and held his hands up in what look like defeat. When I saw him beginning to walk over towards me, I took off full speed around the house. I ran over and ran up he front porch. I cried as I saw the dead old woman from a few seconds ago and slowly walked over her and ran inside the house.

"Ash!", I heard someone call my name. I spun around and saw Glen looking at me in horror.
I didn't pay attention to Glen that much. What really caught my eye was the room that I was in. The whole house from what I saw was all covered in what looked like blood. Blood was dripping off the walls, forming blood puddles on the floor. I let out a cry and then notice someone walking out of a room. I looked over and saw Aunt Esther. She was her eleven year old, little girl self and she was holding a knife and a cloth. I saw that the cloth was smeared in blood. I gulped.
"Oh my god...", Aunt Esther gasped as she saw Glen and I. "What are two doing here?"
She looked shocked to see us, but I felt the same towards her. If she was here, and so was Uncle Michael, then that means the whole family was here.
"We-we're sorry.", Glen chocked. "We-we didn't mean too."
Just then, footsteps were coming down the stairs and I looked over to see Uncle Chucky and Aunt Tiffany.
"Yo Freds!", Uncle Chucky yelled. "Get rid of that dead body in the bathroom or give it to Creepers!"
I gasped and then saw Uncle Chucky and Aunt Tiffany caught a glimpse of Glen and me.
"What are you two doing here?", Aunt Tiffany gasped.
"Mom! Dad!", Glen smiled happily and ran upstairs to hug them both. I saw how Aunt Tiffany and Uncle Chucky both exchanged looks and hugged Glen back.
"Sweetie, what are you doing here? You and Ashley we're suppose to be back at the house.", Aunt Tiffany said.
Before I could hear anything else, a pair of hands gripped my waist and lifted me up. I let out a yelp and look behind me and saw Uncle Michael. I gasped and went to scream until his hand covered my mouth. He signaled me to be quiet. I looked at him weird and felt him put me down. He motioned for me to stay where I was. I nodded my head slowly and watched as he pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He began to scribble something down. Once he was done, he handed the paper to me. I began to read:
I'm sorry you had to see that Ashley, but do you mind telling me why the hell you and Glen are here when you should be at home?
I handed the paper back to him and wiggled my finger, signaling for him to lean down. He did so and I whispered into his ear, "Someone was in the house."
Uncle Michael pulled away and starred at me for a moment. I could see is blue eyes between the eyes holes cut out in his mask.
"Ashley are you ok?", Aunt Esther asked walking over towards me. I looked up at her and nodded.
"What are you and Glen doing here anyway?", Aunt Esther said kind of angry. "You two should of been home were it was safe."
"There was someone in the house!", I nearly yelled. "They were trying to get me and Glen."
Aunt Esther exchanged a look with Uncle Michael. Uncle Michael shrugged his shoulders at Aunt Esther and turned back to me.
I let out a sigh. I knew it. I just knew this was going to happen. "You guys don't believe me do you?"
Before Aunt Esther and Uncle Michael could react, Uncle Pinhead came into the room, holding what looked like a long chain with a hook built at the end.
"What's going on here? You two do know we go work to do." Uncle Pinhead said. Then he looked at me. His cold, black eyes went back as he saw me.
"Ashley? What are you doing here?"
I gasped at him a I saw half of his face was covered in blood. I took a step back and bumped into something or someone. I looked back and saw Jeepers Creepers, eating what looked like a person's arm. That right there made me scream. Jeepers Creepers dropped the arm and reached out towards me. I ducked out of his reach and went to run. Uncle Pinhead went to grab me, but I ducked out of his reach too and went running towards a room that I assume was an office or an library as I saw stacks of papers and books stalked up on bookshelves.
"Ashley!", I heard Uncle Pinhead call. I gasped and spun around to see him coming with his hook chain dangling from his hand. I let out a scream and quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Ashley child, open the door now. Just come out and Uncle Michael or Jeepers Creepers will take you and Glen home.", Uncle Pinhead said.
I couldn't hear what Uncle Pinhead was saying. I was too busy looking for a way out. The thought of Jeepers Creepers eating a human arm scared me and I couldn't shake that thought out of my mind. I walked over to a window and unlocked the latch. I slid the door open and went to pull myself out to get out until I heard a smash. I looked over and saw the hook smash through the wooden door. I gasped as I saw another hook shot through the door.
"Ashley sweetie?", I heard Aunt Tiffany call.
I gulped and quickly puled myself out and jumped out the window. I was thankful that I wasn't that high and landed on the ground safely. I looked around, deciding whether to run to. The only place I had was the woods. I didn't really want to go there, but to get away from these...people, I had no choice.
"Ashley?!", I heard one of my Uncles yell, but I didn't know which one it was.
I quickly ran and headed straight for the woods. I ran up the bank as fast as I could and disappeared within the trees. Once I couldn't see the house no longer in sight, I came to a stop by an big oak tree to catch my breath. I felt tears come to my eyes as the thought of Jeepers Creepers eating that arm, came to mind. For some reason, I just couldn't shake that thought away. It fluttered my mind. Then the blood smeared across Uncle Pinhead's face. I clutched my head, trying to shake the thoughts away and think about the good things. But that didn't happen. The thought of Uncle Michael stabbing that poor dog came to my mind. I wiped away my tears and sniffed.
"Ashley!", I heard what sounded like Uncle Chucky in the far distance.
I gasped and quickly stood up. Once I heard leaves crunching in the distance, I quickly ran off again. Tears were forming in my eyes as the walls in the houses had blood running off of them. I sobbed uncontrollably as I ran. My legs and feet were aching, my chest was hurting as it felt like I didn't have another breath in me. Without paying attention, I stumbled over a stump and almost lost my balance. Luckily, I regained myself and kept on running, but it wasn't until something caught my foot and sent me falling down on my face.
I let out a cry of pain and felt my face smash into something hard. I lifted my head up slowly and saw a rock. Blood was dripping on it and that was when I knew it was coming from my head as pain shot through it. I looked back to see what had my foot and looked to see a vine. I let out a groan and tried to roll over, but failed. My body was sore, aching and tired. I didn't even have enough energy to run away anymore. I lowered my face down slowly on the rock and let out a sigh. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block the tears, but they ended up falling anyway.
I felt a lump in my throat form as I heard heavy footsteps walking. I gulped and hoped that it was just a deer or any other animal. I slowly lifted my head up and cried as pain shot through my entire body. My eyes were struggling to stay open and just then, there in the moonlight stood a dark figure. I went to cry until I notice something shiny. By the looks of it, it looked like a machete and the tall dark figure was my dad.
A smile slowly spread across my face. "Daddy...", I breathed, before I collapsed. "Save me..."