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The stairs led down into darkness and Chuck was sure his legs would give way at any point and he would end up tumbling down into the darkness to never be found again. He knew that he had to keep going though, not just for Fiona but for the little boy that was close behind him.
โItโs not far to go,โ Toby said.
Chuckโs eyes were slowly starting to adjust to the darkness, and he was sure he could see a spark of light in the distance, although he also thought that it might be a trick of the mind. He didnโt reply to Toby, instead focusing on taking each step as it came, lowering his wobbly feet onto the next step and hoping there would be one there.
The light at the bottom of the stairs grew and grew, until Chuck was eventually convinced it wasnโt just in his imagination. The bottom was insight. At the bottom of the stairs was a long corridor made from bricks, that was lit by candles that looked like those in the entrance hall. At the end of the corridor was a large metal door that looked like it would take a lot of strength to push. Along the corridor on both sides were also wooden doors, that were padlocked shut.
โSo the door at the end?โ Chuck asked Toby.
โUh-huh, thatโs where the shadow person will be if itโs still down here.โ
โGreat, are you scared? I feel like we should be scared right now.โ
โYouโre a grownup.โ
โGrownups get scared, you know.โ
Toby walked up ahead, leaving Chuck behind. He had a tough look on his face, hoping that if he played the part he wouldnโt feel as scared as Chuck looked. He had only run away in an attempt to save Fiona from harm. He walked up towards the door, knowing that he wouldnโt be able to open it by himself. Earlier, when George opened the door, he used a spell. Something that was beyond Tobyโs ability by at least a couple years of learning.
โHelp me open the door,โ Toby said pushing on it and Chuck stood next to him and leant his weight on the door as well.
It didnโt budge at all. Instead, it stayed firmly in place. Chuck was sure they werenโt going to be able to open the door. There was a brief moment where he thought that maybe it just wouldnโt open, and he could just turn around and go back home. He could then just forget about everything heโd seen and try to carry on as normal.
Just as that idea was cementing itself into his mind the door opened. The resistance disappeared and both Chuck and Toby fell through the doorway into a brightly lit room. It was almost blinding the look at.
โDid you think to knock?โ a boy said in the middle of the room.
He was wearing all black, and his eyes were completely black and empty looking towards them. His hair was also slightly moving, as if a gentle breeze was strolling through it.
โGeorge?โ Toby asked.
โGeorge is dead,โ the boy said.
Toby moved forward, but Chuck reached out and stopped him. He was looking around the room. Fiona, and woman, two children and a man were tied up and suspended in the air. The bindings around them werenโt rope, or anything that Chuck had ever seen before. It was like whisps of shadow had been tied around their arms, hands and feet.
โWhat have you done to them?โ Toby asked, his false confidence fading.
โOh, hehehe. Heโs wise not to let you near me, thatโs for sure. Donโt worry. Your friends are safe and sound for now. Iโll kill them later. For now, Iโm just going to leave them there for a bit and let them suffer. You can join them if you like, or you can leave. Toby, little Toby. I know youโve not been here long, so you donโt know how things work around here. Youโve never treated me poorly, so Iโll let you live if you leave now. And you. I donโt know you at all, so I have no quarrel with you. Leave with him and take him far away. Donโt ever come back and Iโll never hurt either of you. I promise. This is my pocket universe now.โ
โJust let them go,โ Chuck said, talking through gritted teeth.
โNo. No I donโt think I will. Iโm sure you understand that donโt you. Theyโve kept me here for years, locked up down here. Iโm not a bad guy, but Iโm very angry. These people think Iโm a monster just because Iโm not human, because Iโm made from the shadows. They keep me locked up down here like a freak and for what? So they can practice their spells and their magics on me. How is that fair? Do you know how much pain theyโve caused me over the last few decades? More than I could in three lifetimes at least. Whatever I did to deserve this treatment, I donโt know. But I have served my time. So please, just listen to me and leave. Iโm not going to ask you again because believe me Iโm going to kill everyone else in this room and itโs going to be painful. You canโt stop me so donโt even try.โ
Chuck looked around. It looked like everyone else in the room was out cold, and they wouldnโt be able to help anyway. He looked at Fionaโs lifeless face and hoped that she would wake up and tell him what to do. He knew that he couldnโt take on the monster inhabiting George, not by himself and not even with Toby. He started to realise that leaving would be the best option. He could get Toby out alive and then turn him over to the police, let them reunite him with his family and that would be the end of it. He couldnโt save Fiona, or any of the others.
Toby screamed. His wails ear-piercingly loud. The light in the room dimmed as the spider shadow Toby affectionately called The Creature seeped into the room through the cracks in the ceiling. It formed along the ceiling, hanging above George and roared at him before dropping to the floor.
To Be Continued…
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