Snippet #2504625

Blanche let Annie drag her up an into the closet, erasing herself from the men's views. She slid against the wall towards Annie and rested her head on her sister's shoulder. "It was so close...I could--I could feel the evil, the darkness, that it possessed. It was overwhelming," she whispered to her sister. She knew that it was her own fault. If she had just stayed in the closet with the man, she really was going to have to learn his name soon, then the Darkness wouldn't have found her. But, at the time, all she thought about was getting to Annie, so there was no room for fixing her mistake.

She sighed and watched the two men converse, not bothering to hear what they were saying, even though she could if she wanted to. "Are we going to have to talk to them? Something tells me they'll be even more reluctant to leave now that they know we are here," Blanche whispers to Annie.

Blanche looks down at her shoes and sighs. The shoes looked almost new now, and she knew why. For some reason, whenever she was around whatever living beings inhabited the house, her appearance began to look more alive. It always started with the shoes. She looked at Annie, wondering if the same thing had happened to her.

Looking over to the men again, she saw the one she had been protecting urgently speaking with the other. She wondered what was going to happen in the nearby future, and how were they going to protect themselves from the night when it came back to haunt them?