Came From Hell

More than half an hour has passed.

At first, the three of them wandered cautiously around the second floor of the huge house, trying to find their friends, but to no avail. Most of the doors on the second floor were locked. With the exception of a few nervous words that Lawrence gave here and there, silence was the master of the situation, each of them was preoccupied with thoughts that he did not want to utter for fear that they might somehow become reality.

The situation continued as it was until they reached the main lobby on the first floor, and they were able to despair. The calm surrounding them made the situation worse. Finally, Lawrence spoke softly, saying, "Perhaps it would have been better for us to leave .. There is no trace of any of them here. If we stayed, we would not help anyone."

Johanna protested, "We can't do that! Not after we've seen that necklace, what if they were somewhere -"

It's hard to explain why she stopped in the middle of her sentence so suddenly. Perhaps it was the sudden change in the lighting that seemed to dim for a while, perhaps it was the faint sound coming from a place that could not be determined. Perhaps it was the instinctive feeling that tells the person, that something is about to happen.

Arthur is the first to make a move.

The following events were happening at crazy speed. Lawrence backs down, unleashing a torrent of unconnected words and insults, while Johanna's cry echoed across the place as she was sheltering behind Arthur, who toppled the heavy bag he had been pulling for so long to collide with the thing that suddenly appeared at the end of the aisle and sped towards them quickly. You made it impossible to see clearly. The sound of the bag hitting the object was loud, followed by the sound of a loud cry that did not sound normal, but nothing had been like this since they came to this place.

Only then did the three of them clearly see their attacker.

Antique clothes that bore the character of luxury, albeit somewhat pale, with a pale white complexion tending to gray, under which tiny pale veins intersected everywhere, a round face with delicate features, mediated by two large eyes, the only color of which was bright black and nothing else. His limbs were moving nervously to regain balance after Arthur's blow, while the hallway filled with angry moaning sounds.

He was more like a twelve-year-old child, but no human child had such colors in his skin and eyes.

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"What is this right ...!"

"It doesn't look like Ethan to me, unless he recently cut his hair shorter." Arthur said it with cautious calm, causing Lawrence to turn to him nervously, mixed with an unbelievable look. Even in the craziest situation, Arthur is still Arthur. As for Johanna, her two little palms clung to Arthur's elegant coat while her frightened eyes watched flanking the object. Despite being the smartest girl in college, she was unable to reach a convincing explanation of the nature of this thing. It was clearly not an animal, and it was clearly not a human either. She won't even bother taking the idea of ​​ghosts into account, as it is so ridiculous. As thoughts race in her head, she spotted Lawrence open his mouth to say something, but he did not find the opportunity to come up with a word.

The second attack was quickly the first, but its target this time was Lawrence, who found himself pushing back violently to hit the wall behind him, while Johanna shouted his name with her hands clenching the coat hard. It seems that the creature decided to choose a different target after the painful blow that Arthur dealt to him, and unfortunately for Lawrence, he found himself lying on the marble floor meters away from him.

Arthur moved as fast as he could to help his friend, but the child from Hell was faster than him as he rushed toward Lawrence at a non-human speed.

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It is said that people on the verge of death see the tape of their life pass before their eyes before their last moments, but Lawrence was in a state of shock that made him not see anything but the desperate features on Arthur's face and he realizes that he will not arrive until late and Johanna Tailed in place, like a statue of human being with wide eyes.

Three seconds .. But nothing happened. He did not feel any pain, he could no longer hear the hissing and groaning of the demonic child. He slowly opened his eyes to see the reason, standing in front of him.

Henry was standing between him and the thing that had a large kitchen knife sticking in the middle of his forehead.

The sound of a weeping scream rang out across the huge hall with a force that made Johanna cover her ears in fear. Henry shouted to Arthur as he threw something at him:

"Arthur! Show us your skill!"

The latter grabbed the small pistol - almost identical to the police pistol he always carried with him - with flexibility and quickly raised it to give the screaming object a bullet that penetrated the side of his head, causing more agonizing screams. All this time was enough for Lawrence to regain his composure and rush to contribute with the other two young men by snatching the heavy bag from the ground and striking a second blow to the thing that was writhing violently while shouting, "Damn it! If you are that bad, I don't want to guess how ugly your parents are!"". But the final blow was from Johanna, who was panting hard after her rush to grab one of the heavy antiques that decorated the place and ran it to plunge it into the back of the weeping creature's head.

It only took one minute, during which the object's movements gradually slowed until it subsided completely, but no one dared approach him for fear that he would suddenly rise again. But, before their astonished eyes, it slowly began to shrink, as it turned into a translucent gray before it began to melt, like a block of ice in a hot oven. "Oh my God ... it is ..." Johanna said with intermittent breaths as she covered her mouth, but the thing had completely disappeared before she finished her sentence, leaving behind a silent hall and a group of gasping people.

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