Mannequins

by FearlessJinyx

Finally

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..."