Thank you, all, for your ideas for my story! I finally came up with an idea and I hope you like it!
Well, on to Chapter 13! ENJOY!
The moonlight still shined above through the ceiling's window and Dib was currently shoving the large couch from one side to the other. He successfully covered the hole where he had come through from and sighed in relief, rubbing the back of his hand onto his forehead to wipe off sweat. Then he frowned and looked back to where the couch had been. There was a small hole in the floor and Dib walked over to it, squinting his eyes to peer into the dark hole. He couldn't see anything it was too dark, but he could hear a faint sound. He leaned forward, his ear closing in on the hole for a better sound. He froze as soon as he heard the horrifying sound of children singing. This time, however, there was something else accompanying the song…footsteps and laughter as though children were actually somewhere in the hole.
Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posy!
"Shut up!" Dib shouted into the hole.
Ashes, ashes we all fall down.
Something moved in the room behind Dib, it went unnoticed.
We all fall down.
The singing stopped, but the laughter of children didn't and Dib bit his tongue to keep from shouting out again.
THUMP!
Dib jerked away from the hole with a yelp and spun around to face the couch. His heart pounded in his chest, something was in the hole…trying to get in. Dib wondered if it were the thing or a ghost of his fallen comrades.
THUMP!
The couch jumped forward, moving away from the hole as if it were doing so on its own accord. Dib jumped to his feet and raced over, pushing the couch back against the hole. He held it in place, feeling another pound on the couch.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Dib cried out, panicking.
The pounding stopped and for a moment Dib believed it truly gave up. That is, until the entire couch shot back into him, throwing him backward several feet. He was sent rolling to the floor, coming to a halt when the wall caught him. He climbed to his feet and crouched into a defensive position, staring at the couch. Anything could be behind it and Dib frantically looked from side to side, peering around every angle of the couch. He dropped his hands, thinking it vanished again, but froze when he heard a mushy wet footstep. Why is it wet? Dib wondered, remembering that whenever this thing moved it sounded like it had just emerged from a body of water.
The sound of wet footsteps came closer, slowly, as if it were just trying to make the time suspenseful. Dib's eyes shot around the room and suddenly stopped at something on the floor at his feet. Dust had somehow collected and merged to form the number "1". Dib's stomach flipped and he felt a wave of nausea when the dust moved around from a wind that came from nowhere. The dust combined and made two words.
"Game Over?" Dib whispered, eyes widening.
NO! This can't be it! Zim can't be dead…he has all the cool weapons! Dib thought to himself in panic. Then he saw something black, a shadow, move across the room towards him. He screamed and ran. Out through the hole from which he came, and raced away on hands and knees. He heard the pounding from the creature behind him. The loud drumming noise behind him chilled his insides and made his legs and hands move faster. His hand hurt, but he paid no heed as he made turns and ducks as he maneuvered as fast as he could through the little tunnel in the attic.
"Oh Dibby! I need you!" It's deep, raspy voice snarled.
"Go away!" Dib cried, tears once again falling from his eyes.
He finally came to the place he last saw Zim. He saw the hole and took a chance, he fell right through. He landing hard on his side, looked around, no alien body. He wondered why the lights in the unfamiliar room were on, but didn't bother answering himself as he heard chilling laughter from above. He looked up and saw two red eyes amongst darkness, glaring down at him in a predatory way. Dib spin around, saw a door, twisted the knob, opened, and ran out shutting the door behind him and taking a step forward before a scream erupted from his mouth. The room was covered in blood. Blood was on the bed, the walls, and on the floor. In front of him was an arm, torn from its body. It was Zim's arm; Dib could tell from the three claws and the black glove. Beside the hand was a crowbar. The room smelled of rotting flesh, and had an unusual humidity in it.
"Z-Zim?" Dib whispered even though he knew Zim was dead.
Where's the body? Dib wondered even though he didn't want to see it. He maneuvered around the puddles of blood on the floor and walked around the room, scanning it. The room had no other door except the one he came through. He walked to the side of the bed and tripped over something. He looked down and jumped back, splashing up blood that he stepped on. He had tripped over Zim's pack, torn right off his back. The silver wires were sparking blue and red blood dripped off one of the wires ends.
"Oh God…What…what the heck is…why?" Dib mumbled, jumbling all his sentences together as he shivered, seeing one of Zim's ray guns next to the pack.
He spun around and stared at the door. There was endless clawing; scratching that was louder than it should've been. Dib whimpered and bit his tongue, harder than he should have and he tasted the small amount of blood in his mouth.
"Please, just leave me alone!" Dib whimpered.
The scratching continued and the door started moving inward only to be stopped by the paneling. The scratching stopped and the door was thrown opened. Dib screamed and jumped onto the bed, ignoring all the blood, and threw himself under the covers. It was dark, yet underneath the covers he felt, unbelievably safe. Then, something moved under the sheets. What the heck was that? Dib wondered, remaining still. He could hear something breathing and the movement of the bed as something began crawling closer to him. Go away, go away! Dib told them in his thoughts. Then he felt something cold and wet touch his cheek. He jumped up, throwing the sheets off the bed and jumped off. He fell into a puddle of blood, landing on his rump. He gasped when he saw the mangled green body of Zim.
"No…my god…" Dib mumbled.
Zim's stomach was opened and all his organs were gone. His eyes were staring at him, glazed over, and unblinking. His green skin was pale and sleek with water. The magenta shirt he wore was soaking and stained with blood. Dib looked to the opened door and sighed when nothing was there. Dib heard movement from the bed and turned back to see Zim was gone. His body had vanished and he looked to the floor. A trail of water headed to the door, but it was now closed. Should he check it out? Or is it the end of the game if he went to the door? There was nothing else he could do in a windowless and lightless room so he walked to the door. He opened it and the door gave a squeaking protest as it opened. Nothing was in the room and the lights were still on. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He felt something fall onto his head, it was wet and cold. He looked up and saw droplets of water falling from the hole in the ceiling.
"Game Over!" A raspy voice echoed throughout the room.
"NO!" Dib spun around and grasped the knob, twisted, pulled, locked. The door wouldn't budge. He looked up at the dark hole and saw the red eyes staring at him. He turned to the doorknob and pulled again. The door was locked, so Dib raised a leg and kicked. Nothing happened. Looking back up the eyes were gone. The water continued dripping onto his head. He heard shuffling from above and looked around the room, until his eyes stopped on a sharp looking piece of wood that had come off the ceiling. He raised it up and suddenly wondered if it would do anything. Zim had used ray guns and a crowbar and it didn't do a thing, so what would a measly piece of wood do?
RIIINNNNG! RIIIIIINNNNG!
Dib froze.
RIIINNNNG! RIIIIIINNNNG!
The ringing of a phone came from up above. He looked up and saw nothing, but heard the raspy breath amongst the constant ring of the phone he had hoped had been destroyed. Suddenly Dib was attacked as mounds of newspapers fell from the hole above. He covered his head expecting something to happen but nothing came and he peeked at the papers lying at his feet. They were cutouts of old news articles. One had a picture of crying children after their parents fell from buildings. There was another with a ladder that was next to a burning pile of rubble, which he found in the article to be a baby. Then the phone stopped ringing and Dib looked up at the gaping hole. There was a sharp hiss and a low, deep chuckle.
"Game Over." The voice said.
Dib's pained scream bounced off the walls of the house, echoing throughout the vacant building. The scream stopped with a sickening crunch of bones breaking and the horrible RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP of flesh being torn then there was a silence that hung in the humid, musty air of the home. The lights in the house flickered and the phone rang.
RIIINNNNG! RIIIIIINNNNG!
A gentle, chilling song echoed through the home.
Ring around the rosy!
Children laughed together from somewhere inside.
Pocket full of posy!
Outside the moon was full and the sounds of an engine creeping near.
Ashes, Ashes We all fall down!
A yellow school bus parked out in the front of the house, the door cranked open with a suction sound and opened, and children stepped off, laughing. Ms. Bitter's glared out at them and looked to the house. A grin spread across her face.
We all fall down!
They entered the house.
THE END
…Or is it?
Even the ending has a cliffhanger, lol! I hope you enjoyed the story, I sure enjoyed writing it! I will NOT be having a sequel to this story.
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