PART TWELVE: SPIRITS
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"Oh, f@^%...." mumbled the devasted Jason, "What happened..?"
"He- he is dead." said Dan, trying to sound somewhat comforting, "I- I'm sorry." Dan scratched his head and then ran his long fingers through his hair, a habit that he had when he was stressed. Dan was staring. He had never seen someone's body- dead cold body before. Jason breathed heavily and turned his back to Dan. He was mumbling something but Dan couldn't make out exactly what he was saying.
"I'm just going to stay here. Pay my respects t' a good man. A dead man. My brother in law. You can leave, now. good luck with findin' your friend." Jason started to cry- he was obviously very stressed.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for your loss..."
Dan pulled himself up the hole in the ceiling of the basement, having to jump up just to reach it and grab hold of it. He walked down the dark corridor, moving swiftly towards the door. When he got to the door- something happened. The paint on the walls started to chip and fall off. More of the metal grating from earlier was appearing under the walls and the floors, even the ceiling...And the door was suddenly chained from the inside. He had to get Jason, get some help opening it.
He ran into the room where Stanley was earlier and saw that the hole was gone, covered by the metal in the floor.
"Dan! Help! The hole, it's covered with some concrete crap, it's heavy! I can't lift it!" Yelled Jason's voice from under the metal grating. Dan saw it as metal, but Jason described it as concrete....Dan wondered if he was going insane. It couldn't of been concrete, Dan even felt the metal for himself.
END OF PART TWELVE
Shfan135 01:50, April 8, 2012 (UTC)