1313 Cemetery Way 18 The Doll House II
1313 Cemetery Way 18
The Doll House II
The twisting Hallway
Jack and John found themselves
alone in a long and twisting hallway.
The best they could do was scrambling to their feet. Jack began sniffing the air. “Getting anything Jack?” As Jack looked up at John the air shook as a
voice boomed “Find them… Find them before it’s too late. Once again welcome to the Doll House.” The
voice had been so loud this time both of them had gone to their knees covering
their ears. Jack had already begun to
show signs of a spontaneous beast transformation. His claws were out and his eyes had already
changed. His clothes were still the
tattered rags from his previous encounter with Jack the Ripper. John’s clothes were in better shape. However they were not very suited for fighting. They were far too form fitting. Sensing the danger they were in John began to
loosen the buttons and lose a couple of layers.
He even ripped his pants around both his ankles. “Jack you had better go full beast you are
halfway their already!” Jack just looked
at him he had not realized how much of his beast form had come out. Calmly he stepped to the center of the room
and began his rite. “Supreme beast who prowls the jungles cutting the air with
your roar lend me your power forever more.
Jungle king!” Once the wind died
down John was able to see through the dust a large hulking cat in the figure of
a man.
John and Jack were now back to back
and on guard. Fists raised and ready to
fight. The temperature was falling
fast. It was clear that something
supernatural was happening. It was
unclear whether or not this was a reaction to Jack’s transformation. The attack outside left them quaking in their
thoughts. What was around the bend? They had no choice but to move forward They
needed to find the others.
The Winding Stairs
Raven and Claire found themselves
alone in a long winding stairwell. The
stairs spiraled onward and upward. The
door they had run through was gone. As
they stood on the landing before either of them could speak a voice
echoed. “Find them… yes find them… or is
it already too late?” This voice had
been wispy like the wind. Setting a
chill inducing tone to go with the dimly lit stairs and the cold air, the space
they were in was small and made of what looked to be red brick. Raven started on a rite but Claire stopped
her. “Conserve your strength we don't
know what waits for us just around the bend.”
Raven quickly looked around them “where is everyone?” Claire calmly placed her hand on her shoulder
“we have been split up on purpose. We
walked into a classic trap. I have not
seen one of these since John’s twelfth incarnation, it been several hundred
years actually.” In a structure like
this you build it with magic and those who belong here are taken anywhere they
want to go upon entry. Intruders like us
trigger security systems like those dolls and gnomes outside. We have been scattered into a maze like
structure. We need to be on guard. There is no telling what kind of traps are
set in this place.”
The Room of Many Doors
Gustav was on his feet reaching out
his hand to help Calyst up. Unlike the
others they were in a large open space.
The room had unusually high ceilings. Or was it just too dimly lit to
see them. Calyst took a fast frantic
look around “where are the others… We
all shot through the door at the same time.”
Gustav smirked “we have been baited into a clever trap. Our late master told me about places like
this. We need to be on our guard.” Almost on cue “find them… ha ha ha find them
or is it already too late?” This voice
growled out of the air air. Its beast
like tone left both of them searching the room for signs of danger. As their eys focused on their surroundings
they noticed the room was full of doors.
Doors everywhere some on the walls some in the middle of the room not
connected to anything. Each door was
flanked on either side with a floating flame.
For now they were both safe but were the others?
Hidden Spaces
In a dimly lit room a crystal ball
sat centered on a table on the ceiling above and the floor below a clear flower
of life pattern. A single being was
perched on the edge of a chair watching all that was and had occurred. Creaking, groaning and dragging a door opened
as light poured through three more joined the fray. The lone one muttered “we have guests after
all this time.”
“How many are there?” asked one of
the illuminated figures. “There are six”
answered the one staring into the crystal ball.
“Gentlemen it is time” bellowed the second one to enter the room. We have three teams of two who will die
first?” Take your seats and place your bets”
muttered the one with the crystal ball.
“Let’s move this game along activate the flame serpent and the watery hands.”
The fourth member had just taken his
seat quietly and placed his hands on the table.
Unlike the others he was aloof calm and collected. The whole situation did not seem to even
interest him. Still all four stared into
the crystal ball.
In seconds all six of them heard
the click, clack and clunk as the building shook. John looked behind and caught the light of a
flaming eye from the corner of his eye, he screamed, roared was more like it
“run!!!” Both of them took off down the
winding hallway the flames licking their heels John panted “is it just me or do
those flames look like a snake’s mouth?”
Jack glanced over his shoulder “it is a snake!” The hallway narrowed to a small right angled
turn. They had to turn sideways and inch
their way through. “Jack you go
first. I’ll defend our rear there is no
telling what may pop up in front of us so be on your guard.” Jack turned sideways to step his way through
as John turned to face the Flaming serpent as it closed in. The eyes were a burning white hot flame and
its tongue a laser etched blue flame.
The fangs were made of a scarlet red flame. John knew if it touched him it was all
over. Jack had gotten through and the
hallway was wider on the other side. “Come
on John we need to get out of here.”
John backed his way through and just as he exited he summoned the Death scythe
he had commandeered from the dream demons.
Slashing and smashing the walls as they crumbled they began to glow
red. This would only buy them time. Both of them turned to run again.
“Our players seem to have some
interesting powers!” The fourth had
finally spoken. “That man wields a Death
Scythe and his companion is a member of the forgotten beast tribes. I wonder if the other four will be as fun to
watch!?”
Back at the winding stairs Claire
and Raven were back to back surveying their surroundings when the water started
to flow from the walls. It was more than
just water. It flowed like disembodied
hands crawling across an icy floor.
Raven was the first to spot one of the hands “Claire it’s a hand.” Claire saw it sink back into the water. “So it is.
Raven run up the stairs I will be right behind you.” Raven started to argue. But Claire silenced her whispering I am
immortal you are not… Run dammit.” The stairs wound upward in a seemingly never
ending spiral. As they ran the water
engulfed the steps behind them. Every so
often a hand burst forth grasping at their heels. No matter how fast they ran the water was
right behind them. Suddenly a hand shot
past them landing on the steps in front of them. Claire grabbed Raven around the waist and ran
across the wall to get past the thing. “Raven
if I carry you can you perform an Ice rite to freeze them?” Raven smiled “I will give it a shot. “Frozen in time the giants loom, once having
been the quiet doom. Ages of Ice
Glaciation!” The waters behind them
froze all the way back to the landing.
Claire was surprised “Raven How do you know, How did you know that rite? Not only is it forbidden it has been lost to
antiquity.” Raven smiled “There is no
such thing as forbidden there is just a right and a wrong time to do something. “When I became our Covens leader I inherited
the master’s Crystal ball which contained his entire library. It is more than an amplifier. There were several rite that were listed as forbidden
to use unless in extreme situations. It
is just like your over kill Hammer of Thor move.” Claire put her down “You are truly worthy of
him. Merlin the mater of masters.” They could both hear the ice cracking behind
them. “We need to get moving” yelled
Raven.
“Wow theye even have knowledge of forbidden
rites, who are these people?” The four
stared in ghoulish delight this game would be one to remember.
In the room of many doors Gustav and
Calyst circled studying the doors. Both
of them thinking the same things behind every door could be a death trap! “Your friends are in danger behind two of
these doors are their salvation. Choose
wisely behind the wrong door are your deaths.”
As the remnant of the voice echoed two images appeared on one Jack and
John being chased by flames on the other raven and Claire being chased by
water.
“Gentlemen the game is afoot place
your bets round one. Who will die, who
will live. How many souls will you
wager?” The one staring into the crystal
ball laughed. “This is the Doll House
and we play with lives here!.” His voice
was heard by the whole house.
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