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C/B- Night One- The Black Grounds (Sub-Chapter Two)
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 Created on 2-17-08
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“Gabrielle…Let’s move on” said Gabriella. She was moving at a quick pace for a partially crippled girl and she hastened herself making Gabrielle quicken his pace. He was nearly out of breath now as the air had grown colder and his lungs were getting tense. They finally stopped at a small doorway at the end of the hallway and Gabriella, with some sort of intuitive idea, decided to proceed by opening the door.
Gabrielle had the same worried feeling that he got when Gabriella was in some sort of trance. This time, he acted and reached to grasp Gabriella’s arm; there wasn’t any jolt of fear at first but he felt a small feeling of dread as he approached her closely. Nothing happened out of the ordinary when he grasped her arm; they were several steps in the large dining room.
“Gabriella…Please…Let’s just leave…” He spoke in a fearful tone.
Gabriella was staring in the opposite direction from him and was petrified in some sort of feeling. A strange and familiar feeling; and when she turned her eyes to face Gabrielle, a shock of “memory” shot through his mind.
It was a dark hallway that seemed similar to the hallway the twins passed by. There were drapes alongside the windows that were held over the separate rooms nearby.
“He” or “she” was walking down the hallway silently. The memory was in someone’s first point of view and this person quietly strode down the blank hallway. There was a heart pulsing somewhere in the area; it wasn’t determinable. The sound of the heart thumped harder as the view moved towards the dining hall. When the view made it to the dining hall, the heart thumping grew faint for a moment; the movement stopped in the midst as if the view were waiting for a particular sign to move onward.
There was a slight creaking sound upstairs and the view began to move again, this time towards the staircase located on the other side of the dining room. The floorboards didn’t creak as the view moved up the stairs; it was dead silent until the heart pulse began thumping again. Slowly the view drifted to the upstairs now and was slowly moving towards the only door that could be seen in the middle of the hallway. As the view approached the doorway, a soft voice could be heard around the surroundings…
“I kept….waiting…..and waiting….” echoed the voice from inside the room. The view still moved onward and inside were two rooms that were perfectly adjacent to each other. The heart sound stopped thumping for a moment and so did the movement of the view. It was dead silent for a moment until a slow deep-throated croaking noise was heard in one of the back rooms. The view began to move again…closer…and closer to where the croaking sound was coming from.
“Who’s there….?” spoke the voice from the back room. It was hushed as if the person who was there had doubt that there was anyone entering. From the view point however, there was no response to the voice; it just moved onward towards the room when it began to hear the thumping of the person’s heart.
Then, the view came into the room and shifted its head to the right. In that very moment, what looked like to be a curled up animal was actually a woman wrapped around in a huge, thick blanket. Her skin was under cared for and her hair seemed like she hadn’t bathed for years. The view came closer to her very slowly and the woman began to rise away from the corner of the back room.
“Darling….It’s you…” she said. The view still didn’t respond.
“I knew you’d come back for me…Ever since that day, I still believed that you would come and find me…I’ve been worried and scared nearly to death everyday here….” Still, there was no reply from the view. It only approached closer and closer to her.
“Darling…? What’s wrong…? Why aren’t you speaking to me!?” she said.
The view only got closer from there before it made a quick motion and began to wrap its pale hands over her throat. The woman had barely enough time to let out her last words.
“What…..are you doing……to me? ..... Br-”
Her scream was cut short by the lack of air in her body…..
On the peripheral side of the view, a mirror could be seen. And in that mirror, was the figure of a man…. a man with scars that were gashed all around, throughout his entire body.
The memory burst disappeared at that moment and the shriek of the women echoed in Gabrielle’s mind.
“What was that?” spoke Gabrielle. Gabriella look sorrowfully toward the ground and began to shake her head silently; she had no absolute idea what that vision meant. But that didn’t matter since a voice was heard whispering at the end of the hallway.
“…..ke…..it…..nd……g…..” It was impossible to tell what was being said and this time, Gabrielle led the way; he was now more curious than afraid of what was happening. The two of them were led down the hall and at the end of it was obviously a door. This door however, had a large sign on the head of the doorway with strange letters (and possibly symbols) that the twins could not decipher. Still, Gabrielle pushed the creaking door open and Gabriella followed inside with him.
The room was simply rectangular with no special curves to the ceiling of any sort. However, there was a small hallway connected that led outdoors into a small fountain garden.
“Ok, let’s take a look around Gabriella…” Gabrielle began his search through the piles of papers that were all tied together on a desk. He found that the small rope that held it together was quite thick, and not having a knife forced him to use his own teeth to cut it apart. But before he did so, he shifted his head towards Gabriella’s direction to make sure that she wasn’t watching him make a fool of himself.
Gabriella however, was busy looking at the fountain garden; there were roses that were still alive for some reason. She began to wander off away from Gabrielle again and began to poke at the roses. The roses didn’t behave like roses though; they broke completely apart and suddenly turned to dust right on the soil. Gabriella was startled for a moment at the sudden change and took several steps backward from the garden. Gabrielle on the other hand, was still busy trying to rip apart the ropes with his teeth. He grunted and pulled but he gained no avail. Disappointed in his attempts, he lifted the pile up from off the desk and realized that an entry of some sort of diary was left on the table unattached to the large package. He set the pile of papers down and left them aside while he began to read the read the entry.
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10/13/98
I don’t understand my meaning of writing this as there isn’t going to be anyone who’s alive in this town….Not that I know of anyway. I feel strange now, trapped in a place like this; it’s so dreary and dark….
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The darkness….It shrouds me so…. I’ve always realized from the kind words of others that my heart is the only place that the darkness can’t reach. My heart isn’t dark right now… I’m surviving on love right now even though I don’t have the necessary requirements to daily life here. I believe that you will come for me one day and take me away from this dead land. Then, we can be married and be happy for a dear long time…
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………………I miss you so much………………
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Gabrielle didn’t read that out loud but he mouthed it while he read it. Gabriella, who had crept up from behind Gabrielle, was now finishing the last words of the letter.
“So there was a woman here….? Alive?”
At that moment, the door to the hallway suddenly slammed shut and the large noise startled the two of them. Gabrielle quickly set down the note and then raced to the doorway. He began to tug at the door handle but it wouldn’t budge; it seemed to be held by some mysterious force. Gabriella only stood still and watched as he effortlessly pulled at the door.
“Looks like we’re stuck” he muttered as he finally gave up on trying to pry the door open. Gabrielle flopped onto the ground as he realized that for a single night in his life, he had to experience a huge amount of “unordinariness.” Frustrated, he set his head on his hands and began to try to wake himself up from what he believed, could only be a terrible nightmare. Gabriella however, just stood there worried and gazed around the room. Her eyes stopped when she saw something shining under several books. But instead of telling Gabrielle anything about it, she went up to examine what it was on her own.
Gabrielle was still drumming on his head at that moment but still, he noticed that Gabriella had begun to move again. Her hand reached upon the flickering object piled underneath the books and tugging only resulted in a large fall of books. She wasn’t harmed in any way but the books that had fallen over were all scattered on the ground. However, it didn’t seem that she noticed that effect; her eyes were on the object that she had found.
It was an old camera of some sort; ancient somewhat but yet crafted with some rusted metals enough to be considered present-day. She twirled it around a bit and noticed that what had been flashing was a flickering bulb that glowed with a dim bluish tinted color.
Gabrielle had risen up to his feet now and began to examine the camera as well. The camera had very few buttons so Gabrielle easily managed to figure which one of the buttons was the “shot” button. However, messing with a camera wasn’t going to be of any use so Gabrielle slumped back on the ground; but Gabriella began to examine the old camera further. She raised the camera viewer up and then began looking through the camera lens. In that view, the camera began to pick up strange abnormalities within the vicinity and depicted out a green substance of some sort covering the door handle. She held the camera still towards the door and snapped a picture of the “thing.” The photo came out of the camera and while Gabrielle was still rocking on the ground in an upward fetal position, Gabriella threw him the photo to examine. She concentrated on through the lens again but this time, found no trace of the substance that she had seen earlier. Instead, the view looked exactly the same as if she were looking at the door with her eyes alone. Gabrielle was still looking at the photo perplexed; but after several moments of staring did he start speaking.
“You just took a photo of the door right? Just the door?” he questioned. Gabriella only nodded her head. She was quite nervous and her voice just didn’t decide to come out like she wanted it to.
Gabrielle then only gazed at the picture one more time before he got up and twisted the knob of the door. It clicked open with ease and it loosely swung open from Gabrielle’s way. Gabriella was perplexed; she took the photo that she had taken from Gabrielle and stared deeply into the photo. She had expected the photo to have turned out the way she saw from the lens, but instead, in the place of that substance, there was an old woman holding onto the door handle. She was a deep pale color and partially translucent from her surroundings.
“A ghost perhaps?” Gabrielle said. In this place, that was the only thing that could be assumed.
Gabrielle began looking around the room and finally found the spot where Gabriella had tugged the camera free.
“Take a look around for something important…” said Gabrielle while rambling through the spread papers across the ground. They didn’t come across anything they thought was useful until Gabrielle decided to look on top of a small cooler that the camera had rested on. On his glance, he found several sheets of paper and quickly skimmed through them. Much of the text was scribbled out with pen but the visible parts of the sheets were decently legible.
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10/1/98
*Folklorist Notes*
I have recently arrived at the small town of Illysia Grounds. But unlike my wife, there are definitely strange things going on here. I have a larger sense in parapsychology than a lot of people do and there is surely something going on than just this festival to celebrate. No….It has to be more than just that.
I had suspicions each year as I came to Illysia Grounds to celebrate along with my wife. Although not many people had noticed, there were many twins from the higher class households that had a distinct hair color difference. One was usually bleach white while the other was a derived color from his or her family. I find that strange though since I had recently met a pair of twins in the town one summer named Nicholas and Nicolia. Both in their age of 15, they both had hair with a fine sleek black. However, during my last summer three years ago, I realized that Nicholas didn’t come out for the festival and Nicolia, cheery as she acted before, was drooping in depression. Her hair was completely swallowed in bleach white and she didn’t have any spirit to celebrate. It was strange after that day as I began to notice a few more twins acting the strange way; such as the one I blandly remember as the “Kiryu” twins.
That’s why I created this Camera…Camera Obscura made to sense and detect the presence of spirits around the area. This contraption also has the ability to catch spirits within the small center component of the camera. However, with the lack of resources and spirits, I have not ventured far enough into this project to complete my camera functions. Maybe sometime in a later generation will someone be able to solve this mystery. Still, my life hasn’t ended yet and I intend to find a few more spirits before I pass away…
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There was also another note stapled right behind the first one.
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This is an unknown day and a strange day for me to write this now but I feel that I must in order to keep a live record of myself here.
It has been what I believe to be, 3 days now into this town and I feel that my provisions will last me awhile. However, I feel that I’m behind watched as I stroll through these dead streets with nothing but a camera I’ve found. At first, I had never believed in spirits until now and this camera does just that. Most of the spirits here I find are usually wandering; but none are ones who are resting. I only see a few a day and some give me shivers down to my spine.
I have also attempted on spirit-capturing but the function of this camera hold a very limited amount of space within itself but I have sacrificed my cell phone disk space in order to strengthen the power of the camera. It is a sacrifice I’m willing to make and besides, private investigators need to take risks sometimes.
But as I grow more interested in this case, I find that my mind is slowly being tantalized by the spirits around; they know I do not belong in this place and some seek me to remove me away…
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”“Camera Obscura…. The camera which allows the user to see and capture spirits…” he muttered to himself. Gabrielle felt a little safer now since he had something of a weapon against the spirits.
“Gabrielle, look!” It seemed while Gabrielle had been reading through the pages, Gabriella had continued looking for more clues. She had however, uncovered what was locked tight in the old cooler and was currently in the midst of stuff what seemed to be “provisions” into the black bag that they had stumbled upon when first entering the Black Grounds. Gabrielle was overjoyed to see food; he hadn’t eaten since lunch, whenever that was, and he began to grab a few of the packs of cereal that Gabriella still hadn’t grabbed yet. He opened several and began eating through them quickly.
When he was quickly satisfied, Gabriella began to drift again around the room. She was sidetracked and for some reason, decided to leave the room. When Gabrielle noticed this, he quickly dropped the food and rushed to leave the room and catch Gabriella. The door quickly shut on him before he had a chance to leave. He banged on the door and yelled for Gabriella to stop; he couldn’t be certain that she even acknowledged his words. He pounded on the door several times before he slunk to the ground defeated.
Confusion swept over Gabrielle and he let out a loud groan in disappointed; things were too difficult now. But still, he wasn’t out of hope just yet so he looked around the room for anything that could aid his escape. His hand eventually ran over the photo that Gabriella had taken earlier; he examined it carefully again.
“The woman in the photo… The door opened when the camera was flashed…” he muttered to himself.
The camera….He instinctively looked around and found the camera set right back on the top of the cooler. He quickly lifted the camera and pointed the lens at the doorway; sure enough, the woman was still there holding onto the door. But only this time it looked like she was partially gone; nevertheless, Gabrielle took the shot and the ghost fearfully retreated backward through the wall.
Realizing that the camera was extremely useful so far, he tied the broken neck-strap together and placed the loop around his neck. Then he rushed down the hallway hoping that he hadn’t lost enough time to lose Gabriella.
In the rose garden, only a single rose was left; one that was in the midst of budding. A pair of dead bulbous eyes however, stared directly in the direction of where Gabrielle was running off to...
Author's Comments: Ok, I know this story could use alot of work, but I'm really busy... Well, I'm going to delay a bit till ratings go up....
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