The Beginning, Pt. 1
from another request.. here is the beginning of my story, or at least what i could recover of it. its really long.. so this is going to be in parts.
“Annie,” Aubrey called to me, “Annie, wake up!” She shook me by my shoulders.
“Huh?” I guess I was dozing off…
“Do you want some hot chocolate?” Aubrey asked. The tone in her voice was a little weird. Perhaps she was worried about me.
“Um… okay,” I replied. It was pretty cold.
She handed me a steaming hot, freshly made cup of hot chocolate. You see, it was winter break, or more actually, the week before Christmas. My friends and I were staying in a cabin up in the mountains for a week. It just snowed the other night. As Aubrey walked past me to sit with Laura in front of the T.V., I gazed out once again through the window. Even though it was night, people were skiing. The mountain we were staying at had night skiing available. The fresh powder was always nice to ski on.
We lucked out - our cabin was pretty nice. I tore my eyes away from the window and started to head to the T.V. It was your basic log cabin. We all slept in the same small room. It contained three beds, a desk, a candle, and a radio. In the living room area there was a couch, one chair, a hand-knit rug, and a T.V. We didn’t have great lighting, only candles and a few lamps. During the day the cabin was always nicely lit. Laura had brought, along with a big suitcase, about 20 packs of hot chocolate with her.
Well anyway, it was a night like any other really. We were all just sitting down to T.V. when a strange bulletin interrupted Gilligan’s Island (It looked like they were finally going to get off that stupid island too).
“We are sorry to interrupt your program, but there is an urgent news update!” shouted the announcer. He had a frightened tone to his voice. “A convict has escaped from prison and was last seen heading into the mountains nearby. Many say he is insane… and armed. Please call the police, I repeat, please call the police if you have any information.”
The T.V. flickered back to Gilligan’s Island once more. Looks like Gilligan messed up again.
“Wh… what was that all about?” asked Laura, her voice was shaky.
Aubrey tossed her head back and started laughing. “Oooh, It’s just some maniac who escaped from prison. And he’s coming this way!” With that, she jumped over to Laura and acted like she was going to cut her head off.
Laura screamed and jumped on the couch. I laughed as she clutched a pillow to her chest and looked out the window as if she was waiting for the maniac to burst through it any minute.
Meanwhile, Aubrey had fallen to the floor in laughter. She was rolling around.
“This isn’t totally funny you guys. What if they’re telling the truth? What if the maniac IS right out the window?” I said in a serious tone.
We all glanced out the window quickly. Aubrey turned around and sat on her knees. She was suddenly very serious. “Look, were leaving tomorrow. Lets lock all the doors and windows; just to be safe. We’ll stick together. I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
Well… she was wrong. We locked all the doors and windows and went back to the T.V. By the third episode of Gilligan’s Island, we had forgotten about the “maniac.” What we didn’t know was that he was about to remind us.
About halfway into Gilligan’s Island, our doorbell rang. Laura screamed, and we all jumped.
“Do… you… think it’s the maniac?” asked Laura.
“Well how bout you open the door and find out?” said Aubrey.
“Nooooo way! YOU open!” said Laura, clutching her pillow ever closer.
The doorbell rang again. I walked over to it. “Well, someone’s got to open it.” I grabbed the knob and turned it slowly. I peeked through a small opening to the outside. No one was there. I gave a sigh of relief.
“Oh, you two are being silly. It’s probably just little kids, or something.” I said.
I opened the door all the way and screamed in horror at what I saw.
“What! What!” yelled Laura. She was scrunched up against the back of the couch.
“What is it?” asked Aubrey calmly.
“It’s a…” I looked at the ground to see letters written in blood. “…Message… written in-”
“-Crayon.” Aubrey finished for me. “Some loser who can’t get a date is just trying to scare us.” She threw a red crayon that was sitting on the small porch into the fire.
“Wh… what does it say?” asked Laura in a breathless voice.
Aubrey had settled next to Laura on the couch. She looked like she was thinking. I turned back to the message written on the ground. I read it out loud: “You must leave now, if you wish to see daylight again. Or else, if you don’t, be prepared.”
“Be… prepared for what?” asked Laura.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t say. But it does have some numbers written after the message.” I replied.
“What are they?” asked Aubrey.
I looked down again. They were scribbled hastily after the message. I bent down to get a better look.
“12-9-66-2,” I said.
Aubrey and Laura were suddenly next to me.
“Looks weird. Like a combination or something.” Aubrey said, examining the numbers.
“Tooo… what?” asked Laura.
“I dunno. I guess it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced toward the clock that was sitting next to the T.V. “It’s getting late you guys. Maybe we should go to sleep. We’ll be out of here tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Good idea,” I said.
“N-n-noooo way!” gasped Laura, “We can’t go to sleep under these conditions!”
“Oh Laura…” said Aubrey.
“No way! I’m going to the police station down the mountain! It will be safe there! They said he was in the mountains! Look around! WE’RE IN THE MOUNTAINS!” Laura yelled.
“Laura-“
“No! This is way to scary. I’m going down there! Even if I have to go alone!”
“Suit yourself,” said Aubrey, and she turned to the couch. She switched the channel over to the news. There was a piece going on about the maniac. “But if you’re out there and the maniac gets you, don’t come crying to me.”
Laura looked more scared than ever. She gave Aubrey a bad look, which she didn’t see. Her eyes were glued to the T.V. She then turned to me.
“Annie,” Aubrey called to me, “Annie, wake up!” She shook me by my shoulders.
“Huh?” I guess I was dozing off…
“Do you want some hot chocolate?” Aubrey asked. The tone in her voice was a little weird. Perhaps she was worried about me.
“Um… okay,” I replied. It was pretty cold.
She handed me a steaming hot, freshly made cup of hot chocolate. You see, it was winter break, or more actually, the week before Christmas. My friends and I were staying in a cabin up in the mountains for a week. It just snowed the other night. As Aubrey walked past me to sit with Laura in front of the T.V., I gazed out once again through the window. Even though it was night, people were skiing. The mountain we were staying at had night skiing available. The fresh powder was always nice to ski on.
We lucked out - our cabin was pretty nice. I tore my eyes away from the window and started to head to the T.V. It was your basic log cabin. We all slept in the same small room. It contained three beds, a desk, a candle, and a radio. In the living room area there was a couch, one chair, a hand-knit rug, and a T.V. We didn’t have great lighting, only candles and a few lamps. During the day the cabin was always nicely lit. Laura had brought, along with a big suitcase, about 20 packs of hot chocolate with her.
Well anyway, it was a night like any other really. We were all just sitting down to T.V. when a strange bulletin interrupted Gilligan’s Island (It looked like they were finally going to get off that stupid island too).
“We are sorry to interrupt your program, but there is an urgent news update!” shouted the announcer. He had a frightened tone to his voice. “A convict has escaped from prison and was last seen heading into the mountains nearby. Many say he is insane… and armed. Please call the police, I repeat, please call the police if you have any information.”
The T.V. flickered back to Gilligan’s Island once more. Looks like Gilligan messed up again.
“Wh… what was that all about?” asked Laura, her voice was shaky.
Aubrey tossed her head back and started laughing. “Oooh, It’s just some maniac who escaped from prison. And he’s coming this way!” With that, she jumped over to Laura and acted like she was going to cut her head off.
Laura screamed and jumped on the couch. I laughed as she clutched a pillow to her chest and looked out the window as if she was waiting for the maniac to burst through it any minute.
Meanwhile, Aubrey had fallen to the floor in laughter. She was rolling around.
“This isn’t totally funny you guys. What if they’re telling the truth? What if the maniac IS right out the window?” I said in a serious tone.
We all glanced out the window quickly. Aubrey turned around and sat on her knees. She was suddenly very serious. “Look, were leaving tomorrow. Lets lock all the doors and windows; just to be safe. We’ll stick together. I’m sure we’ll be okay.”
Well… she was wrong. We locked all the doors and windows and went back to the T.V. By the third episode of Gilligan’s Island, we had forgotten about the “maniac.” What we didn’t know was that he was about to remind us.
About halfway into Gilligan’s Island, our doorbell rang. Laura screamed, and we all jumped.
“Do… you… think it’s the maniac?” asked Laura.
“Well how bout you open the door and find out?” said Aubrey.
“Nooooo way! YOU open!” said Laura, clutching her pillow ever closer.
The doorbell rang again. I walked over to it. “Well, someone’s got to open it.” I grabbed the knob and turned it slowly. I peeked through a small opening to the outside. No one was there. I gave a sigh of relief.
“Oh, you two are being silly. It’s probably just little kids, or something.” I said.
I opened the door all the way and screamed in horror at what I saw.
“What! What!” yelled Laura. She was scrunched up against the back of the couch.
“What is it?” asked Aubrey calmly.
“It’s a…” I looked at the ground to see letters written in blood. “…Message… written in-”
“-Crayon.” Aubrey finished for me. “Some loser who can’t get a date is just trying to scare us.” She threw a red crayon that was sitting on the small porch into the fire.
“Wh… what does it say?” asked Laura in a breathless voice.
Aubrey had settled next to Laura on the couch. She looked like she was thinking. I turned back to the message written on the ground. I read it out loud: “You must leave now, if you wish to see daylight again. Or else, if you don’t, be prepared.”
“Be… prepared for what?” asked Laura.
“I don’t know. It doesn’t say. But it does have some numbers written after the message.” I replied.
“What are they?” asked Aubrey.
I looked down again. They were scribbled hastily after the message. I bent down to get a better look.
“12-9-66-2,” I said.
Aubrey and Laura were suddenly next to me.
“Looks weird. Like a combination or something.” Aubrey said, examining the numbers.
“Tooo… what?” asked Laura.
“I dunno. I guess it doesn’t really matter.” She glanced toward the clock that was sitting next to the T.V. “It’s getting late you guys. Maybe we should go to sleep. We’ll be out of here tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Good idea,” I said.
“N-n-noooo way!” gasped Laura, “We can’t go to sleep under these conditions!”
“Oh Laura…” said Aubrey.
“No way! I’m going to the police station down the mountain! It will be safe there! They said he was in the mountains! Look around! WE’RE IN THE MOUNTAINS!” Laura yelled.
“Laura-“
“No! This is way to scary. I’m going down there! Even if I have to go alone!”
“Suit yourself,” said Aubrey, and she turned to the couch. She switched the channel over to the news. There was a piece going on about the maniac. “But if you’re out there and the maniac gets you, don’t come crying to me.”
Laura looked more scared than ever. She gave Aubrey a bad look, which she didn’t see. Her eyes were glued to the T.V. She then turned to me.