Music pounded throughout the streets, coming from the nightclub. Four teens rushed through these same streets, giggling.
“Guys!” One shrieked, laughing. She pointed towards a dark building covered in graffiti, every window boarded up. “Let’s go exploring.”
The boys whopped in agreement, but one teen disagreed, falling behind. “I don’t know guys, it’s creepy in there. I don’t want to get caught.”
“Come on Jenny,” one boy nudged her shoulder with a bottle. “Have another drink, it’ll give you courage.”
She took the bottle, taking a long swig, squinting her eyes from the burn of the alcohol. “No seriously, Haley that’s dangerous if we get caught in there…”
“We won’t!” Haley laughed, drinking a darker liquid. “Derek, give her some more, she needs to start having fun!”
Jenny rolled her eyes, gazing at the other boy. He had his arms draped around Haley. “Kyle, do you want to go in there?”
Kyle shrugged, his eyes were glossy. “I don’t see why not.”
Derek pulled Jenny towards him, “come on, don’t be a wimp.” Leaning down he began to kiss her neck.
Jenny closed her eyes, sighing. “Okay, fine.”
“Yes!” Haley shouted.
“Let’s hope they have a bed in there, huh?” Derek whispered in Jenny’s ear. Goosebumps rose on her skin, she took another swig from the bottle, it burned less this time.
The group ran to the side of the building, the boys ripped at the thin wood that laid in front of a window, while the girls searched for a rock heavy enough to break the glass. The sound of the glass shattering could hardly be heard over the loud music coming from a few buildings over. One by one they climbed inside.
Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been so MIA… school really kicked my butt this semester. Lately, I’ve been feeling really unmotivated and frankly, unhappy. I’m just incredibly tired and burnt out. However, I could feel myself growing frustrated with the lack of writing projects collecting virtual dust on my computer. As much as I love the mini pieces I’ve written for this blog, I want to start beginning attention back to the larger pieces I started years ago.
I’ve decided to breathe some life back into my old ‘Wattpad’ account, and I will be posting this old/new project ‘The Damned’ on it. Hopefully, I can discipline myself to update frequently.
The piece you’ve read above is a little preview of the story, and I’d love if you checked out the full version on my Wattpad account linked below! Thanks
He stared at the woman with wide eyes.
Her words repeated like a broken record:
“That door you just kicked down was for your protection, not mine.’
He looked back at the door – it reminded him of a wide monstrous mouth.
The woman laughed softly, rocking back and forth in her cross-legged position. She had a gleam in her eyes he found unsettling.
The man took a step away from the door, only to be knocked on to his back.
A decaying hand wrapped around his ankle.
The woman laughed.
His finger nails ripped and cracked as he tried to claw his way out of the room. Yet, there was no use. The hand dragged him into the awaiting door, a trail of blood following behind.
The door slammed closed, drowning out his screams.
The woman was quick to rise from her spot on the floor.
She picked up a cloth and bucket of water and began to clean the blood from the hardwood.