User:RedRoit3/Birthday Nightmare

Birthday Nightmare A group of friends and, myself have passed this abandoned factory since, we had been little. The factory back in it's time been a mass producer of women's fake yet popular jewelry, the best sellers pearls. There were crazy rumors on why it had shut down I had laughed, them away.

Ever now and then I would catch glimpses of shadows or an actual person grinning eyes almost....., almost glowing in a strange hues beckoning.

One afternoon we decide like idiots to venture possibly getting rich kicks later on either at school or bonfire hanging. I noticed an odd burgundy sunset reflecting in the many tall windows sneering down as the hangman ready's, his noose. I still pressed on even with, my feet starting to sweat a little bit, we approached a relic retching gate the bar wren't very high nor to thin. The gate we carefully pushed upon not really wanting to climb at any height but small luck would have it, the gate pushed open strangely it didn't wail, wail as in making the high pitched sound that grinds ones tailbone. Glancing at one another finally breaking silence with reassuring chuckles as we now moved forward and onward, I took notice of all the dry skeleton like shrubbery, and the inhabitants, the centipedes crawling about cheep ch-ripping sounds that stirred itches up, my spine having , my friends laugh while, I walked in a different place among-st the trio. Of course the front steel doors where locked up tight " what no red carpet?" one friend jested as we checked the back of, the building, that door was able to be opened but on, the other side, the flooring had fallen through stripping down too some of the wall "HEY!!" Shouted Ellen whom had wandered around finding an open window but that was rather odd given there height. Ellen turned on, her flashlight grinning sugar rushed excitement checking the window frame then checking, the room, we walked closer, her and, our entrance? Hopefully if not this would be a wasted trip but maybe that would be so bad?

Ellen stepped through the window frame and stomped hard as, she could, the first few steps away, us holding up, her arm a safety rope without actual rope. Into the darkness of, the room Ellen went looking about and checking a door that opened easily to which lead onto, the main floor, Ellen waved the flashlight back at, us then one by one, we turned on, our flashlights quickly retrieved from, our back packs and followed, Ellen's pathway. When I finally reached the other's, I too did an intake of the factory and was amazed on the cleanliness for such old building hell even the maze of pipes looked polished "weird", I thought. A sound rushed the blood to our ears if not higher or, to other places we huddle tight ready to beat anyone with our heavy flashlights up, the row of machines that gave, the factory life and warmth. I distracted, myself a bit wanting not to jump some innocent homeless more scared then, us, I counted four start up machines in front of view and next to them were, I guess, you could call, them distributing rollers only with sides above pulley hooks, without points that I was relived of. The sound stopped as did we was someone toying with, us? Or was it the neighborhood jerks who been rejected since puberty? And not just by us either. The sound was lighter this time and stopped in little hushes together we held, our breathe turning, in the same direction, our lights pointed at an vintage piece of advertisement but how?.... And where?.... And is there a whom? I didn't know how much of this adventure, I wanted to continue but, I told , myself it was just, my mind playing tricks. Ellen picked the ad up it was lovely in, it's condition some of the color has fade but, woman centering one's attention before seeing , the sale item, that woman smile was too fresh, too perfect not to get chills.

Ellen screamed when the glowing hues appeared above, us, we all screamed seeing that too perfect smile, we all turned but froze as the factory machinery started working, we forced our bodies to sprint manic with the thought, the urge to run but, our bodies couldn't register such a message an, as tease , we were allowed, to reach, the window that closed before, us, but even so another horror waited, us when, we turned around with tears running down , our cheeks and, her perfect cheeks open that mouth spraying toxins, knock out gas I wanted to run elbow, in her stomach and continuously punch whatever stood before instead sleep punched, me. The first time I awoke, my head swam worse then a show off frat, boy the one whom might spend a lifetime in, the mailroom, the, room echoed horrible things and gave off eqaully, horrible smells with dark green cement coloring. I tried to stand, my knee's were in massive protest but, they mustard the will do so, I give, them the best hot bath after all this as, my vision cleared, I wished to be dizzy again seeing gruesome piles of stacked bodies staring absently minded, pale, very pale and and that creepy expression etched across, their face, pupils so black. I began to hug then pinch, myself wanting it be a bad nightmare but to no avail, I noticed something about, their arms "why were, they so flat?" thinking quietly stupidly moving forward, I reached out trembling with a yes/no and don't do this, my finger winced upon icy flesh finding a slit still pressing down further touching, no fat !, no muscle! And, AND no bone ! And, still I looked " AAAAHHHH!!!!!" At what my mind summed up now falling down while puking hard into the liquid below " AAAAHHHH!!!" seeing all around blood, their blood and here was, I puking in, the remainder of ,their forgotten existence, I wanted to run fast with inhuman powers up the walls, up the through, the windows panes and jumping down never to look back but instead, my boots slipped, my head met one of , the skulls. Dizziness returned my eye's soon closed with that horrible smell now a forever haunt but this would be, forever haunting if, I lived, if we lived? Were my friends still alive? Or had...? Awaking upon the second time in a more alert shock darting my eye's back and forth, my friends not around in this giant room on a platform, I lay not tied but still immobile " let me up and don't touch, me, you crazy BITCH!"

"Crazy?...." It spoke "well I suppose so." She clutched and un-clutched some of long necklace draping about that demon neck " mummy forcibly puts, you in the spotlight, sleeps lustfully and mercifully with this factory owner, ,and continues to do so for many years. So mummy profited grand until the age, the age." I shook, my in confusion trying to make sense of this brief back-round and went back to struggling out the weird bondage. It came near me whispering " but daddy found out" walking away just as quick " apparently he'd been a bit jealous of not being "the head" and sought matters into a barrel...three times that barrel went off. I know because, I saw... Mummy and, her barging" the forced smile came into play " as I mentioned "the age" I was of that age, and mummy stopped loving, me, as a daughter. Dad was not drunk when , he shot, her. Own was a weasel , a wimp on every level. I was dads revenge while mum lay dying and, I would that weasels new agreement.....Together they....Raped me.... abused, my soul and their, was no one, I could turn towards in era whom could of helped or saved, me?" She walked around some more fist clutching tighter.

As I lay there, I began to wonder what any of this had with, me? With us? The story continued " After the first I made vow verbally bartering with the devil? Or witch? Because, I found the strength and madness to carry out a murder excuse, me, a double murder. Daddy got caught up in, his maintenance. The weasel got one last ride then hoisted up." A relaxed wickedness spread in her now human looking smile. " I carried on for appearances and the new method of making pearls. You see the arms are always displayed or being displayed so what better use for white strands? The muscle once drained for pink strands. The Pupil for black strands. As for blood keeps me and this factory running so vigorously, and as why, you are chosen? The fine toned skin, the perfect softness, beautiful shade what a lucky girl, you have become to join, my special pearls."

A destructive laughter pushed hard into my ear drums, I thought this was the end without a grand defense or stand off, she near, me a relic of, a weapon readying, my death, I closed, my eyelids fiercely as if some how that might help violent image blurred in darkness, her glowing hues bright and brighter chasing, me again. Next thing I knew, my body was shake no being shook, I heard recognizable voices, recognizable grip but, I feared to open, my eye's in order not, to witness the heaven of friends BEFORE HELL SMILED AT ME!!

More the calling came louder and wilder with panic. More the shaking quickened until I was cold, and wet that sprang, my body upright, and bulged open seeing that my friends were safe. The destructive laughter was a noir film we had started " Jasmine? Are you alright cause for a birthday surprise, you sure had, us worried? And we're the one's supposed to be gift, you." I nodded, my head brimming tears "yes Cece." Who was sitting next to Ellen "well..." Cece spoke " well we all got, you something." Cece handed Jasmine the wrapped gift, Jasmine unwrapped, their gift excitedly a medium case now lay within, Jasmine' s hands secretly, she felt a pulse quick but deep breath and smile opened box, and inside was a wrist of pearls, a little gold tag reading " forever." The friends hugged but Jasmine noticed outside window THE GLOWING HUES CHARGING STEAD FAST. "AAAAAHHHHH!"

The End

Amber Davis copyright 8/21/2017