We wandered back to the main entrance hall. The sun was beginning to
set. I became aware of the fact that soon, we would need our
flashlights constantly. It was not good to know.
"You haven't finished looking upstairs, have you?" Luke asked.
"No. There are a lotta rooms up there."
"We should go up there then, I'm sure there are more clues. Tanya? Is there something on the door?"
I didn't realise I had been staring so long. "Didn't you see that?" I asked.
"I wasn't looking so um..."
"I thought I saw vapour coming through that peephole."
I crept over to the door. For some reason, I really didn't trust it.
Hell, I had a reason: it had locked itself and wouldn't let us out. But
this time, this time I had seen some vapour, and it creeped me out. The
nearer I got myself to it, the colder I felt. Perhaps it wasn't a good
idea to have worn a V-neck sweater? I could sense Luke edging along
behind me, he was just as curious as I was. Right before the door, the
air was so icy; I was shivering so hard so I clutched my jacket around
"You okay?" asked Luke quietly.
I just shook. "So cold." I leaned forward to look through the peephole.
A zombie was looking right at me. Right then, I literally froze. That
was me. A zombie with my body and my clothes, but she must have died so
horribly. Her face was nightmarish, wide eyes, mouth open, splashed
with old blood and frozen in pain, like her torture would never end. Oh
she had definitely been tortured, her clothes were so blood-stained and
torn, some parts of her were cut open, the flesh hanging off her
Against my own will, I backed away. It took me a while to realise that
I was seeing the door and not the zombie. I stopped moving when I
realised this. Luke could tell I wouldn't say anything for a while, I
felt like all the warmth had been drained from me. He quickly walked up
to the door and looked through the peephole.
"Tanya, I don't see anything. Just the sunset." He looked at me searchingly. "Maybe you should sit down?"
Warmth seemed to creep back from somewhere 'cos I started to shiver
uncontrollably. "I saw me," I whispered. "It was me, but...but...she
died horribly. Will that happen to me?" If I wasn't scared before...God
I couldn't think!
I wandered to my right, in some kind of haze. I couldn't think, I just
kept seeing all the horrible images: zombie-me, that thing clawing out
of the wall, Ray mutating into something like that thing clawing out of
the wall, that executioner at the end of the corridor, that
clanging...that clanging was my death knell. I stopped moving. Right then I
got it. Something was hunting me, I knew it. And with this knowledge, I
started feeling the snakes ravage my weak stomach.
"Whatever you're thinking Tanya, stop it!" Luke was surprisingly angry.
He marched in front of me. "What you're seeing could mean anything.
They're visions, they can't hurt you."
"What if all this was what Ray saw before he died?" I asked. I looked
down. Then up. Then around. And the other side. "This was where his
Luke had no idea where I was going with this. Actually, neither did I. "What's that got to do with anything?"
"They said he was dragged, then dropped," I explained quietly,
remembering what the cops said. I walked forward. "This is the most
obvious clue," I said in wonder. "The killer was taking his body
"Right now, you're walking towards a wall," he told me.
He was right; all I could see was a wall in front of me, a stony
dead-end. I kept walking forward anyway, into this little play of
shadows. On my right, I could see a few more doors down a corridor. But
to my left. On the left was an old door. How well hidden, if not
intentionally. I looked back at Luke, suddenly feeling excited.
"The kitchen's on the other side of this wall, right?" Ouch, that
sounded loud. I couldn't remember the last time I said anything so loud.
"Yeah, that's right." He walked over to where I was standing. "Wow, you found a door. This isn't an obvious place to find one."
"I know. I'm thinking it's a cellar. Or was a cellar." I looked at him,
feeling really determined. Even if I was still shaking. "I think we
should go down there."
He looked uncertain. "Really? Because I don't."
"Um, why? Haven't you ever heard 'leave no stone unturned'?"
He nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that. Very wise."
"But you don't wanna go down there."
"I just wanna know why."
"'cos I don't."
I sighed. "Luke, whatever phobia-"
"I DON'T have a phobia!" he suddenly shouted. He quickly calmed down,
remembering to unclench his fists when he did. "Sorry," he said
quietly. "I didn't mean to shout."
I felt a bit indecisive. But I was also suspicious. He was afraid, but
why? It wasn't like he'd ever seen this door, he just said so.
"Luke, I'm sorry. You don't wanna go down there, I can see that. I
shouldn't force you." I really didn't want to say what I was thinking,
but: "I guess I could just go down there by myself and...you know, look
"No," he said strongly. "I can't let you do that. Not how you are right now. You shouldn't be alone so, let's go down together."