The Old Club
The thunder roared across the sky. The sky darkened, and the kids ran. Cole and Jared were on there way from school when the biggest storm in there town in ten years had hit. They were taking a shortcut to their home through an abandoned part of town. Dirt flew everywhere, Freezing rain drizzled on them, and they thought they could see a tornado forming.
“What do we do?!?!?” screamed jared over the oncoming storm. “I don’t know!!! There’s only one house open!!!” Jared was confused. All the buildings on the street were businesses. Weren’t they all locked up? After rechecking all the doors, he found a single unlocked door. “Over here!” Jared screamed to cole. As cole was sprinting through the storm, he lost a number of his things. The wind blew off his jacket, MP3, and glasses. His vision went to blur.
Jared went back into the storm, and grabbed cole out of it.
By now a great many things were flying around in the air, things someone would think are too heavy to get caught by air. There was hay bails, abandoned cars, and even the shingles from houses were being sucked up into the great abyss. As soon as Jared carried cole to the store, he twisted the door knob.
The wood let go of it’s hinges, and the door fell through, into the basement, almost taking jared with it. Now there was a big hole in the floor. “Where are we anyways?” asked cole, panting heavily. Jared took a deep breath, and said “I don’t know.” Cole tried to take a look around, but his vision failed him. The stale air entered his mouth. His throat felt suddenly dry. Jared then looked around. The place was deteriorating. Mold hung from an old coat rack with a “for sale” sign on it, while glass, shattered, lay on the floor. The floorboards were splitting, and an old, rusty, cash register sat on an old, dusty counter. There were two shelves, lined with knick-knacks, bobbleheads, figurines, and other commemorative goods. They were all perfectly preserved, and were perhaps the only things in the store not covered with fungi, or dust. On the other side of the room, there was a door. It had a rusty nail lodged in there with a dirty Employees only sign on it. Jared got goosebumps. “Stay here.” He told cole sternly.
He carefully tip-toed around the enormous hole, floors creaking underneath his feet, and made his way to the cash register. He pulled it open, and searched it. He had a small hope that someone left some cash in there. He was slightly disappointed. He turned, looking at the door from a different angle. He felt nervous. Jared slowly walked to the rotting door, and the moment he stood in front of it, he started to cower. He could hear something. He felt intimidated by the old club. Like it was staring him down. Like it was trying to get him to leave.
He put his ear up to the door. Jared could hear snarling. "What Are you doing, Jared?" Asked cole feeling rather anxious. The crowded shelves began to rock back and forth, while the cash register started throwing itself around the room. The wind picked up, and the moldy walls started collapsing as if the wind were trying to attack them. Next, the floor fell into a basement, sending cole and Jared into a dark cellar. The shock of the fall made cole pass out, and Jared had twisted his ankle. He then realized what had happened. The wind blew down the house, and now whatever was in that room, was free. He started shaking erratically, while he thought they were sure to be mauled. A howl was heard from the other side of the basement, and something leaped on him. He felt 3 paws pressed against his chest. He couldn’t breathe. He thought he’d suffocate. He was too weak to struggle, as he could barely lift his head. He noticed bobbleheads with detached heads watch him. It appeared they were almost gleeful about his agony, if they were not alive... The room went dead silent, as Jared fell unconscious. He noticed most of the now dismembered bobbleheads all looking towards him. Jared put his head up slightly to see the great beast. The moment he saw the large, frightful beast, he became unconscious from fear.
Morning came. He woke in a field, on his side, sore all over. His jeans had ripped in the leg, his sleeve was torn right off, and his hair, and clothes were covered in dirt and mud. His ankle felt broken, as he couldn’t move it. He stood, one legged, and saw a large, yellow barn house, before collapsing of exhaustion. While he was on the ground, he started thinking of what could have happened. Where was cole? Was he still alive? How did he get out in some farmers field? What was that creature in that store? “Now isn’t the time for questions.” he told himself, tears starting to well up from his pain. He started crawling towards the farm, unsure of what would come.
The End
The thunder roared across the sky. The sky darkened, and the kids ran. Cole and Jared were on there way from school when the biggest storm in there town in ten years had hit. They were taking a shortcut to their home through an abandoned part of town. Dirt flew everywhere, Freezing rain drizzled on them, and they thought they could see a tornado forming.
“What do we do?!?!?” screamed jared over the oncoming storm. “I don’t know!!! There’s only one house open!!!” Jared was confused. All the buildings on the street were businesses. Weren’t they all locked up? After rechecking all the doors, he found a single unlocked door. “Over here!” Jared screamed to cole. As cole was sprinting through the storm, he lost a number of his things. The wind blew off his jacket, MP3, and glasses. His vision went to blur.
Jared went back into the storm, and grabbed cole out of it.
By now a great many things were flying around in the air, things someone would think are too heavy to get caught by air. There was hay bails, abandoned cars, and even the shingles from houses were being sucked up into the great abyss. As soon as Jared carried cole to the store, he twisted the door knob.
The wood let go of it’s hinges, and the door fell through, into the basement, almost taking jared with it. Now there was a big hole in the floor. “Where are we anyways?” asked cole, panting heavily. Jared took a deep breath, and said “I don’t know.” Cole tried to take a look around, but his vision failed him. The stale air entered his mouth. His throat felt suddenly dry. Jared then looked around. The place was deteriorating. Mold hung from an old coat rack with a “for sale” sign on it, while glass, shattered, lay on the floor. The floorboards were splitting, and an old, rusty, cash register sat on an old, dusty counter. There were two shelves, lined with knick-knacks, bobbleheads, figurines, and other commemorative goods. They were all perfectly preserved, and were perhaps the only things in the store not covered with fungi, or dust. On the other side of the room, there was a door. It had a rusty nail lodged in there with a dirty Employees only sign on it. Jared got goosebumps. “Stay here.” He told cole sternly.
He carefully tip-toed around the enormous hole, floors creaking underneath his feet, and made his way to the cash register. He pulled it open, and searched it. He had a small hope that someone left some cash in there. He was slightly disappointed. He turned, looking at the door from a different angle. He felt nervous. Jared slowly walked to the rotting door, and the moment he stood in front of it, he started to cower. He could hear something. He felt intimidated by the old club. Like it was staring him down. Like it was trying to get him to leave.
He put his ear up to the door. Jared could hear snarling. "What Are you doing, Jared?" Asked cole feeling rather anxious. The crowded shelves began to rock back and forth, while the cash register started throwing itself around the room. The wind picked up, and the moldy walls started collapsing as if the wind were trying to attack them. Next, the floor fell into a basement, sending cole and Jared into a dark cellar. The shock of the fall made cole pass out, and Jared had twisted his ankle. He then realized what had happened. The wind blew down the house, and now whatever was in that room, was free. He started shaking erratically, while he thought they were sure to be mauled. A howl was heard from the other side of the basement, and something leaped on him. He felt 3 paws pressed against his chest. He couldn’t breathe. He thought he’d suffocate. He was too weak to struggle, as he could barely lift his head. He noticed bobbleheads with detached heads watch him. It appeared they were almost gleeful about his agony, if they were not alive... The room went dead silent, as Jared fell unconscious. He noticed most of the now dismembered bobbleheads all looking towards him. Jared put his head up slightly to see the great beast. The moment he saw the large, frightful beast, he became unconscious from fear.
Morning came. He woke in a field, on his side, sore all over. His jeans had ripped in the leg, his sleeve was torn right off, and his hair, and clothes were covered in dirt and mud. His ankle felt broken, as he couldn’t move it. He stood, one legged, and saw a large, yellow barn house, before collapsing of exhaustion. While he was on the ground, he started thinking of what could have happened. Where was cole? Was he still alive? How did he get out in some farmers field? What was that creature in that store? “Now isn’t the time for questions.” he told himself, tears starting to well up from his pain. He started crawling towards the farm, unsure of what would come.
The End