[Series] The Writings on The Wall [3/?]
Title: The Writings on The Wall [3/?]
Type: Series
Author: presstoreset
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Supernatural, Horror, Friendship
Characters: Super Junior
Summary: Strange things start to happen after a visit to a theatre.
Warning: Vivid descriptions (horror) in the later chapters. Don't say I didn't warn you! I even put it in red.
Disclaimer: Much as I want them to be, Super Junior isn't mine.
First of all, SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT!! D: I haven't had the chance to retrieve my draft from the other computer even though I'm done writing 4 chapters of this series >< And curse the busy schedule and the flu bug. I always get sick at the worse time possible..first during the exams and now right after it. I know I promised 13 November. GAH. But I'll be diligently writing this series and post them up asap.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Yesung was feeling edgy and fidgety as he strode down the hallway. He wondered if they would be able to find a way out.
Even as he strained his eyes, trying to make out the dim hallway in front of him, he could hear his own footsteps mingling with his breathing.
Yesung was at a part of the building where the lighting was annoyingly dim. He huffed in annoyance and cursed the management, wishing that there would be brighter lightings which would not make him feel like jumping out of his skin each nanosecond.
He did not like the hallway at all. The walls are too dark, too red. The carpeted floor seemed to drown out every other person’s footsteps. Except his own. The ventilation was poor; the air felt oddly thick and almost impermeable, as if it could choke a person anytime.
The lights….the lights were the worse. That’s for sure.
The lights were yellow, dim. They threw the entire place into a playground of flitting shadows.
He could feel his back prickle and he shivered. It felt as if a thousand eyes are on him…a thousand eyes hidden in the shadows.
Yesung whipped round, his hand outstretched, his mind intent of just grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and getting out of that place.
But Ryeowook was nowhere in sight.
Yesung looked up and down the hallway again, looked at the dim hallway from whence they had just come from, looked to the even darker part they were trudging into.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest like ancient Chinese drums. His eyes darted wildly, looking for any sign of his dongsaeng.
“Ryeowook..?”
No answer.
“Ryeowook! Yah! Stop playing!”
No answer.
Just as he was about to call again, he fathomed he could hear faint footsteps from the darker ends of the hallway. He turned his eyes to his left, eyeing the maroon walls, feeling apprehension and fear start to creep up to his throat, choking him, robbing him of his ability to speak.
His lips felt dry.
His tongue darted out to wet them but all he felt was just…coldness.
His boots scuffed against the carpet and the sound resounded against the walls, amplified and threatening.
“Ryeowook!”
No answer.
He could take it no longer. As he plunged through the darkness, his eyes made out a fork in the hallway.
Again.
“This is insane,” he groaned.
He decided to turn right this time and at the end of the hallway stood a door, slightly ajar.
Might be the exit, he mused, letting a hint of relief into his system but fear still sat on the throne for Ryeowook was still nowhere to be seen.
He nudged the door open and peeked in.
It took a few seconds before his eyes could adjust to the darkness and when he did, his eyes widened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He shivered and sucked in his breath.
The door swung open soundlessly.
Ryeowook hesitated. Gathering his courage, he stepped into the room. The overhead hanging lights provided enough light that he wasted no time in making out the various knickknacks around the room.
As his eyes scanned the room, he noted another door to the left.
Maybe hyung went there…
Ryeowook could feel that something was amiss but he could not pinpoint its source. Huffing, he shoved the thought away as just his nerves, blaming it on the queer room too.
There were dusty boxes strewn all around. There were no markings on them but they appeared to be empty and lying open on their sides. Broken bottles and burnt coloured paper littered the place and amongst them, there were also small metal balls and ripped poker cards.
He grumbled under his breath as he picked the way through the mess, steadily moving towards the door.
Even though Ryeowook weaved clumsily around the strewn knickknacks, he made no sound so when he heard a high-pitched keening and a loud thud, he almost jumped out of his skin.
Ryeowook froze, poised like an immovable statue on the carpeted floor.
The sounds had come from just ahead.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sight that greeted him was literally a feast for all eyes. It was everybody’s wildest dreams. Every single vanishing act, every single trick…all of them are laid right in front of him, within the reach of his fingertips.
Ropes and boxes of all sorts lay around the room, filling the very corners and spilling out from the gloom. Brightly coloured balloons lay abandoned in a worn cardboard box and a glass sphere standing approximately five feet wide lay still at the far side of the room.
Yesung moved forward silently like a ghost threading water, his fingertips brushing the surface of a large black case. He glanced around the empty room, fears gone and barely containing his excitement. He fingered the cold silver lining and huffed in frustration when his fingers came upon a lock.
He stood up abruptly and as he made to leave the room, his eyes caught something on the dark cherry table a few metres away.
Hmm….a little peek wouldn’t hurt…
The wooden box was of such a dark brown that it matched the gloom of the corridor from whence he had come from. The husky smell of wood grains and a hint of lemon pierced his nose as he fingered the deep spiral patterns painstakingly carved onto the wood.
This box, unlike the other, can be opened.
He gave the room another cursory glance and opened it.
He felt his eyes widen and a small gasp issue from his mouth as his eyes registered the contents of the box.
The scent of roses was faint. In the box was a nest of petals of various different hues. Pink, maroon, white…but most of all, blood-red.
But that was not what Yesung saw.
What he saw was a lone photograph nestled right in the middle. The photograph was small but the figure was unmistakable. That figure had been right there with him tonight. That figure had walked along that creepy corridor with him. That figure was who he had been looking for.
Ryeowook.
Type: Series
Author: presstoreset
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Supernatural, Horror, Friendship
Characters: Super Junior
Summary: Strange things start to happen after a visit to a theatre.
Warning: Vivid descriptions (horror) in the later chapters. Don't say I didn't warn you! I even put it in red.
Disclaimer: Much as I want them to be, Super Junior isn't mine.
First of all, SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG WAIT!! D: I haven't had the chance to retrieve my draft from the other computer even though I'm done writing 4 chapters of this series >< And curse the busy schedule and the flu bug. I always get sick at the worse time possible..first during the exams and now right after it. I know I promised 13 November. GAH. But I'll be diligently writing this series and post them up asap.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Yesung was feeling edgy and fidgety as he strode down the hallway. He wondered if they would be able to find a way out.
Even as he strained his eyes, trying to make out the dim hallway in front of him, he could hear his own footsteps mingling with his breathing.
Yesung was at a part of the building where the lighting was annoyingly dim. He huffed in annoyance and cursed the management, wishing that there would be brighter lightings which would not make him feel like jumping out of his skin each nanosecond.
He did not like the hallway at all. The walls are too dark, too red. The carpeted floor seemed to drown out every other person’s footsteps. Except his own. The ventilation was poor; the air felt oddly thick and almost impermeable, as if it could choke a person anytime.
The lights….the lights were the worse. That’s for sure.
The lights were yellow, dim. They threw the entire place into a playground of flitting shadows.
He could feel his back prickle and he shivered. It felt as if a thousand eyes are on him…a thousand eyes hidden in the shadows.
Yesung whipped round, his hand outstretched, his mind intent of just grabbing Ryeowook’s hand and getting out of that place.
But Ryeowook was nowhere in sight.
Yesung looked up and down the hallway again, looked at the dim hallway from whence they had just come from, looked to the even darker part they were trudging into.
His heart pounded wildly in his chest like ancient Chinese drums. His eyes darted wildly, looking for any sign of his dongsaeng.
“Ryeowook..?”
No answer.
“Ryeowook! Yah! Stop playing!”
No answer.
Just as he was about to call again, he fathomed he could hear faint footsteps from the darker ends of the hallway. He turned his eyes to his left, eyeing the maroon walls, feeling apprehension and fear start to creep up to his throat, choking him, robbing him of his ability to speak.
His lips felt dry.
His tongue darted out to wet them but all he felt was just…coldness.
His boots scuffed against the carpet and the sound resounded against the walls, amplified and threatening.
“Ryeowook!”
No answer.
He could take it no longer. As he plunged through the darkness, his eyes made out a fork in the hallway.
Again.
“This is insane,” he groaned.
He decided to turn right this time and at the end of the hallway stood a door, slightly ajar.
Might be the exit, he mused, letting a hint of relief into his system but fear still sat on the throne for Ryeowook was still nowhere to be seen.
He nudged the door open and peeked in.
It took a few seconds before his eyes could adjust to the darkness and when he did, his eyes widened.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He shivered and sucked in his breath.
The door swung open soundlessly.
Ryeowook hesitated. Gathering his courage, he stepped into the room. The overhead hanging lights provided enough light that he wasted no time in making out the various knickknacks around the room.
As his eyes scanned the room, he noted another door to the left.
Maybe hyung went there…
Ryeowook could feel that something was amiss but he could not pinpoint its source. Huffing, he shoved the thought away as just his nerves, blaming it on the queer room too.
There were dusty boxes strewn all around. There were no markings on them but they appeared to be empty and lying open on their sides. Broken bottles and burnt coloured paper littered the place and amongst them, there were also small metal balls and ripped poker cards.
He grumbled under his breath as he picked the way through the mess, steadily moving towards the door.
Even though Ryeowook weaved clumsily around the strewn knickknacks, he made no sound so when he heard a high-pitched keening and a loud thud, he almost jumped out of his skin.
Ryeowook froze, poised like an immovable statue on the carpeted floor.
The sounds had come from just ahead.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sight that greeted him was literally a feast for all eyes. It was everybody’s wildest dreams. Every single vanishing act, every single trick…all of them are laid right in front of him, within the reach of his fingertips.
Ropes and boxes of all sorts lay around the room, filling the very corners and spilling out from the gloom. Brightly coloured balloons lay abandoned in a worn cardboard box and a glass sphere standing approximately five feet wide lay still at the far side of the room.
Yesung moved forward silently like a ghost threading water, his fingertips brushing the surface of a large black case. He glanced around the empty room, fears gone and barely containing his excitement. He fingered the cold silver lining and huffed in frustration when his fingers came upon a lock.
He stood up abruptly and as he made to leave the room, his eyes caught something on the dark cherry table a few metres away.
Hmm….a little peek wouldn’t hurt…
The wooden box was of such a dark brown that it matched the gloom of the corridor from whence he had come from. The husky smell of wood grains and a hint of lemon pierced his nose as he fingered the deep spiral patterns painstakingly carved onto the wood.
This box, unlike the other, can be opened.
He gave the room another cursory glance and opened it.
He felt his eyes widen and a small gasp issue from his mouth as his eyes registered the contents of the box.
The scent of roses was faint. In the box was a nest of petals of various different hues. Pink, maroon, white…but most of all, blood-red.
But that was not what Yesung saw.
What he saw was a lone photograph nestled right in the middle. The photograph was small but the figure was unmistakable. That figure had been right there with him tonight. That figure had walked along that creepy corridor with him. That figure was who he had been looking for.
Ryeowook.