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The Eclectic Pen - Creeps Part 3 [W.I.P]

By: Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - ,   + 36 more  
Date Submitted: 1/22/2010
Last Updated: 11/29/2014
Genre: Horror » General
Words: 401

  Sobs shook Cassie shoulders. She was scared. Alone in the dark and not quite sure of the situation beyond the locked door. The tears broke the tension building in her. She took a few deep breathes. She had to get out of the closet. She had to get back to Sam and Taylor and then figure out how to kill the Creeper once and for all.

“What the hell was that?” Taylor went to stand next to Sam’s bed. She lightly grasped his hand. “Did you see that? The Creeper. Me? You!” Taylor’s raspy voice cracked as she was barely able to choke back the tears that threatened to spill. Strength. Power. Control. She was the one that had to be the decision maker. She decided to make sure the center of her love was safe. “We’re leaving. Now.” Taylor began unhooking the IV’s and went to the closet to retrieve Sam’s clothes.

Sam mumbled and faded in and out of consciousness. The pain medicine was making him drowsy again , the initial shock of the dream/vision wearing off. He heard Taylor moving back towards him. Felt the cool air wash over him when she removed the layers of blankets and started dressed him. “You have to help me some.” Sam felt his mind clearing more and more by the minute. The pain medicine was thinning since Taylor had unplugged him. A dull ache settled in his arms, though not unbearable. His muscles jumped and started to burn. “Gaaa!” Taylor stopped trying to dressed her husband.

“I’m sorry honey. I just want to get you dressed so we can leave.” Taylor saw facial ticks and then larger muscle groups began to twitch. Sam was reacting to begin immobile, then having to move. The acid in his muscles were probably dumping in his system and causing him pain. Taylor couldn’t do much for him now. They had to get moving. She moved him to the chair she recently vacated. “I’m going to get a wheelchair. Be back soon.” Taylor looked at her husband. He looked weak. He looked handsome. She bent to kiss him and hesitated. She shuddered and chastised herself. Sam was OK. Nothing to be afraid of.

“Just go.” Sam seemed to sense her indecision and gruffly dismissed her. Taylor stood and rushed from the room. Beneath the burn and ache in his muscles Sam felt a strange squirm.

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Michal W. (Princess101) - 1/27/2010 5:12 PM ET
waoh....really creepy
Jesse (EddyKrueger) - 1/27/2010 5:51 PM ET
It seems like the creeper has gotten into Sam too. I enjoyed the tension you set up as Taylor was helping Sam leave the hospital room. Good job Kenkii.
Kenjii H. (Daalmonette) - , - 1/29/2010 10:52 AM ET
Thanks for liking/commenting on my story. I was not going to continue this story but after a few requests and a struggle past Writer's Block I was able to get out a few more pages. The cussing stays! LOL. The characters are who they are. Potty mouth and all. On the other hand I do try and create tense situations to make up for any senseless violence, sex, or foul lang.
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