"It sounded like it came from upstairs... We should probably ignore it though. It was probably an animal or something," Ellie said a bit nervous. "Here's another door," she opened it, cringing at the high pitched creaks it made. "Ow," she rubbed her ear and heard a door slam down the hall. "What?" She couldn't see that far into the darkness even with her phone as a light.
Mike stood behind Ellie, looking around frantically. "Alright," he said, aggravated. "Someone's playing with us. Why don't I check out the upstairs, and you stay down here and look around?"
"That's hardly a good idea," Ellie said. Her voice was shaking now. "It's probably a gang or something. This is probably their hideout. Abandon homes are really good hideouts for those types of people," she was now whispering.
"Well then maybe we should go upstairs? Or at least away from the door that literally just slammed shut twenty feet in front of us?" Mike wasn't shivering quite yet, but his tone was frantic. Something wasn't quite right at the moment.
"Sure but quick question: just where are the stairs?" She whispered. She had the feeling that something wasn't right. "I swear, if those guys had anything to do with this I'll kick their butts," she growled.
"We'll deal with that later," Mike said. "Just... Give me your phone so I have a light. I think I know where the stairs might be." At this point, Mike had butterflies in his stomach. Why would gangsters be trying to scare them? Why wouldn't they just kill them or kidnap them or something?
"Here," Ellie handed him her phone. "Once we get up stairs let's find a window and get out of here. I'm sure our 'friends' couldn't have closed the shutters up there."
"Yeah, me neither," Mike agreed. He slowly rounded a corner into another hallway, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a staircase spiraling upward. "Alright, there's the staircase," Mike said, breathing heavily. "Stay close. Lets head up." Mike stepped up the stairs slowly. "Hopefully there's a bathroom up there," he quietly murmured to himself. "One more random bang and ill be done for."
Ellie stayed close to Mike, trying to keep her steps light so the floor boards didn't creak. "Umm, interesting corridor," she whispered, noticing half broken doors along the hallway and the wallpaper that looked like someone scratched at it. She stared at the door next to her. "What do you suppose did that?" She asked pointing to the scratch marks all over it.
"Probably just some animal," Mike said. "Places like these are like double king size suites to them." Mike looked around, and saw a section of tile behind a door. Sure enough, it was a bathroom. "Let's try to avoid the bathroom," Mike said. "I don't like looking into haunted mirrors. I'm afraid my eyes'll turn black."
Ellie glanced at Mike. "Really? This place isn't haunted. Your eyes won't turn black." She grabbed her phone from him and walked to the bathroom. She pushed the door open and almost gagged. "My goodness, it smells," she said wheezing for air. She stepped inside flashed the light in the mirror then around the rest of the room while using her sweater to cover her nose. She peeked out of the doorway back at Mike. "Are my eyes black?" She teased before looking back at the sink. "Hey look, I found a key!"
"Oh good. A key," Mike exclaimed, chuckling. "So now let's go wandering aimlessly inside a creepy torn up mansion!" He looked back into the hallway and peered around, then re-entered the room and glanced at Ellie. "Actually I think that's what we've been doing," he muttered. "What does the key go to?"
"I'm not sure," Ellie replied, flipping the key over, "Could be a door key." She paused for a second. "Is it just me or does it sound like someone is moving around in next room?"
"That's it. Who's there? Quit playing around!" Mike yelled, rolling his eyes. He peered into the next room and gasped. He stood for a moment, paralyzed with utter shock. "Um, Ellie... You know how you said this house was 'abandoned'?"
"Yeah, why?" Ellie asked, trying to peer over Mike's shoulder but she was too short. "Is there someone here?" She whispered after giving up.
Mike stood silent for a moment, taking in the details. A queen size bed sat leaning against the wall upsidedown along with three wooden chairs and an old fashioned desk. The creepier part was that all of the furniture and even the walls had huge scratch marks on them. But to Mike, the creepiest part was the lit candle in the corner of the room, like something wanted Mike to see what he had gotten himself into. Mike moved over so Ellie could see. "Well, I think something is still here," he said quietly.
Ellie quickly moved her eyes on Mike's face. "Something? If you still believe there's gh-," she stopped when her eyes started to shift on the room. "-ost... What the h*ll happened here? A miniture tornado?" Her gaze fell on the candle as well. "It does seem like someone is still here."
Mike looked around and noticed the window. "Look," he said to Ellie quietly. "The window... It's shut, too. I don't think the others would go this far. Every prank has its limits."
"That is true," Ellie agreed, walking up to the window to see if she could open it. She grunted, "It's stuck... Then who's doing this?" She looked where the candle had been and her eyes widened. "Hey! Where's the candle?!" She franticly searched around the room but it was no where in sight.
Mike was startled by the sudden darkness, but when he looked behind him, he almost jumped out of his skin. He didn't take the time to look. He merely jumped and slammed the door shut. "Quick! Turn your phone on!" He yelled as he leaned against the door.