As Wonkid entered the second floor, he took notice to how large
the corridor expanded. The darkness seemed to reach farther than
the deepest depths of his own mind. A slight shiver ran through
him as his flashlight panned over the hallway. The wooden walls
were splintered and torn. The faint memory of it was abandoned as
Wonkid approached the door, his heartbeat gaining pace. He took a
quick look over his shoulder to reassure himself of his
solitarity. To his relief the hallway laid bare, as if the
atmosphere wasn't enough for him to panic. He layed his hoof onto
the door, he could faintly hear a thumping sound behind it. It
opened with a moan, like a decrepit widow whose voice echoed
through the night for her lost love, the door swung to its end in
Rainys room. This was were she had stiched the dresses in the
store, personally Wonkid thought the old mare needed a new hobby,
but she loved stiching. The room was pitched black, Wonkid hit
the light switch a few times, but the fuse must've died. He aimed
his light to the central chair, it sat still, as a vivid reminder
of its last occupant. He panned the light to the safe, it was
opened, a bag of tools lie at its side, but were was Kolin? In an
timid voice, he spoke through the darkness "Kolin, where are
you...?" A loud slumping noise broke through his ears. He turned
with the ferocity of a mad pony. in his face stood a mannequin, a
souless doll from hell. Wonkid panicked, tripping over a loose
board, he fell backwards. Reaching out for support, he grasped
the edge of the rocking chair, twisting it around he managed to
keep his hold. His light hit the floor and rolled so that the
beam cast directly onto the chair, and Kolins body seated in it.
Wonkid stared into his best friends face, just a foot away from
his. His eyes and mouth were stitched shut, thin trails of blood
leaked from the holes punctured for the thread to twine. Wonkids
mouth lay agape, his body shook from the nightmare, the horrible
nightmare that used to be his friend. Wonkid stared into the face
for what seemed to be an eternity. He slowly turned, his mouth
still hanging, his mind blank with a terror that would have
driven anypony insane. 3 mannequins stood directly behind him,
each watching, waiting in anticipation. Wonkid screamed at the
top of his lungs, a scream that nopony could hear, a scream that
was lost to an eternel darkness that was this hell. He threw
himself into the group, smashind past their line and into the
hallway. Now on one side he could see half a dozen dolls watching
him, he turned around and ran. As Wonkid ran, his mind raced with
the events that had just unfolded. He was running from "It",no,
oh no, not "It", them. Taking a hard left, he ran into the
nearest room and creaked the door closed. He shuttered cowering
behind the old beatup door, hyperventalating from the panic that
consumed him. He listened, but in the darkness, he could only
hear the sound of his own heart. He closed his eyes,hoped, prayed
this was all some mistake. Some foolish phillys nightmare. "It's
just a dream, oh please Celestia let it be a horrible, horrible
dream" He chanted only to reassure himself of his dwelling fate.
But as he listened, he heard it. The only thing that whisped in
his ears, was the rythmic beating of his own heart. As he stood,
back against door, he heard what plagued his ears to the point of
pure terror, another rythmic beating, joining his, consuming his.
He opened his eyes, but in the danky old house of Mrs Rainy, he
could see nothing of the room before him. But he knew, "They"
were watching him. And the heartbeats grew, into a sympathy of
the souless. Now as he sat there terrified, he yelled "WHY ARE
YOU DOING THIS?!?", he fell to the ground clutching himself,
trying to grasp onto any sanity that still remained in his
fractured mind. He rockedhimself now, chanting endlessly to stop
the noises. They were surrounding him, watching him, teasing him.
He crawled his way to the center of the room, were he began to
rock. "They're here, they're here, they're here," His mind had
shattered, his sanity was lost. A bright beam illuminated in his
face and he screamed, "NO! DON'T KILL ME! NO!" Footsteps rushed
to him, lifting him off hthe floor. He kept his eyes shut, still
chanting, "They're here, they're here..."