InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Six Feet from Below ❯ Watery Act ( Chapter 1 )

I came up with this idea after watching the Grudge, The Crow, Sometimes They Come Back, and all these other horror like movies one day. Just read because trust me when I saw that it will be very psychotic, and I'm all for those types of stories. I'll try my best with the details and all, but bear with me. If you have suggestions let me know `cuz it is a must. All I can tell you that if I could draw a little better, and this was a comics, you would have nightmares because I have nightmares just thinking about the plotline.

 

I don't really know what I just typed now that I read what I typed in.

 

Disclaimer: Me no make Inuyasha, The Grudge, The Crow, Sometimes They Coma Back, or any other movies that inspired me to write this story.

 

…My fingers hurt…

 

Chapter 1

Watery Act

 

He fumbled with his key ring trying to close his workspace door. It was late, and he was becoming delusional from lack of sleep. He jittered at even the slightest noise that reached his ears. The keys jingled when he found the one he needed, and crammed it into the key slit. Once he heard the click of the lock, he pulled out dropping the whole key ring.

 

As he cursed of his nervousness, and bent down to pick them up, a slow shadow phased over them behind him. He jetted up from being startled, but no one to be seen in his sight down any which way of the hall. He put a hand to his glasses pushing them to his bridge. He picked up the keys, stuffing them in the pocket of his trench coat. As he paced quickly to the elevators he tried to reassure himself there was nothing there; all a delusion from lack of hours on the pillow.

 

`There is nothing there. Only an office building filled with office rooms, and overworked employees.'

 

“Are you sure about that?”

 

He turned around dropping his suitcase with wide eyes. Some one was right behind him whispering that right in his ear. His ear was slightly warm from the whispers hot breath, but his spine shivered at how cold it was. He looked down the entire hallway, and if any office doors were open. None were ajar, and the whole hall was bright from the fluorescent lights. After picking his suitcase up, he jogged to the elevators.

 

He panted from the exercise, and jabbed his finger on the basement repeatedly. The elevator took its time being mechanically pulled up to get to his level. He paced back and forth trying to calm himself down, and get that voice out of his mind. He massaged his temples until his peripheral vision got his attention.

 

The buzzing sounds of the lights started getting softer…and softer…and softer. He turned his head slowly peering down the hall, and was slowly becoming fearful. From the very end of the hall, the lights were shutting off with a flicker until finally cascading the shadow of the night.

 

With each light cut off making the hall turn into night, the echo of a wet appendage of some kind hit the floor. He focused his glasses feeling his heart beating faster and faster with each echo. From the very edge of the growing shadow, a pale blue hand jutted out making contact with the floor making an echo. Another light shut off, another hand jutted out puling on the carpet pulling it towards the worker.

 

Overgrown nails on cold, dead fingers trembled as they dug into the carpet pulling the threads out as they tried to drag whatever it was attached to. Some nails were left behind leaving nothing but long, raw nubs rubbing the carpet floor. A low heavy breathing vibrated from an unseen being deep within its lungs.

 

Another light flickered out. The next hand popped through the bleak of the shadows. This time a silhouette of whatever was coming towards him became clearer, and the deep throated breathing became louder.

 

The man started punching the down button on the elevator in hopes of making the elevator come up faster. He was breathing heavily from excitement from seeing the dead looking hand appearing from out of the pitch black of night. He looked up and his breath hitched in his throat seeing it only ten feet away. As it hit the carpet, water dripped from it and bones cracked as it lifted up.

 

Another light flickered out.

 

The elevator doors slid open, and he pushed himself through before they even opened all the way. He held his briefcase so tight his knuckles turned white. The light faded from the hall as the lights continued to go out. The worker could hear his heart pounding in his ears, and the eerie breathing from whatever was coming towards him became louder and louder as it came closer. He slid down to the floor hugging onto the corner of the small elevator space.

 

Another hand shot out coming out of the line of darkness.

 

The entire hall became pitch, and from his view, it was a rectangle of absolute black where no light could enter or escape. No sound was heard whatsoever. He felt like he became suddenly deaf after what he heard from the voice, the lights, the hands, and teeth clenching breathing

 

`Going down' the voice of the elevator mechanical system piped.

 

“Six feet” the same voice whispered again, making it more of a promise. A rotted smile with fangs appeared afterwards sending the workers mind whirling.

 

As the doors closed after what seemed an eternity taking their time once again. Just before it closed, ice blue eyes appeared just staring at the man. The workers spine shivered something fierce, teeth chattered, and became frozen in place from the eyes angry stare. The pair of eyes moved towards where the doors would converge, and made sure they left an aftershock of an eye in a crack.

 

The worker just stayed in his spot as the elevator went down towards the car lots. He couldn't even comprehend what the fuck was going on. A cold sweat made his glasses fogged up, but did nothing to clean them to see clear again. He just sat there, his hearing coming back, and his breathing came out more evenly rather than rasps of hitched pockets of carbon dioxide.

 

The elevator notified everyone of which level you were on, and currently was on level fourteen, and dropping. On weak knees, he used the slippery metal walls to pull himself in a standing position. He lifted sweaty fingerprints on the scuffed metal walls supporting himself on the small bar rail. He peered up to the level indicator, and now he was on level nine.

 

The suitcase had opened up as he dropped it on the floor, and papers were sprawled all over. He made a face, and slowly bent down to pick his suitcase stumbling slightly. He stopped though, and felt his heart race again.

 

The papers were smudge from murky water that slowly flowed from the inside of the suitcase. He backed up even more almost becoming a picture on the wall as hair black as the night seeped out slowly but surely. The same hand as before slammed on top of the suitcase leaving claw marks on the leather.

 

He kicked the case into the corner of the elevator leaving a trail of the water behind it. He jammed his finger on the basement level button with enough force to break it. He looked back while still pounding on the button. Whatever was coming out of his suitcase now had two arms pushing itself out. Its skin was pale blue, rooting showing bone, and muscle. With every push, it jerked making cracking noises of bone rubbing against bone, and its wet black hair swaying.

 

The whole elevator was covered with an inch of water, and the thing coming out slowly raised his head, neck joints popping, and head jerking lefty and right just to look up. The same eyes he saw on his workspace floor penetrated through its hair. They were locked on him, and couldn't even scream from how scared he was at that moment. The same eerie breathing now was a feral growl.

 

`Basement Level' a monotone voice of a male came out this time.

 

This time, the worker used his strength to force the doors to open up faster, but to no avail.

 

A couple was walking along the sidewalk giggling and laughing over the nights events. They went to the movies, had dinner, and told stories about themselves when they heard a man scream. They both were frightened by the sudden earsplitting noise, and looked around cautiously seeing who made the noise.

 

“Honey what was that?” asked the woman who began to panic.

 

“I don't know, but its okay. I'm here for you!” he said trying to calm his wife down. She clung onto her husband's arm knowing that he meant every word he said, and loved him for it.

 

They scanned the streets more until a movement of someone caught there eye. They saw a man trying to get out of an elevator arms flailing out. Being good Samaritans, they went to help him with whatever is causing him fright. The both ran across the street not worried about getting run over by a car, or fast moving vehicle.

 

The worker was trying with all his might to get through the doors, until they finally opened all the way open. He was ready to sprint towards his car that he saw parked just a few feet away. As he lifted one leg, he found himself eating concrete. He lifted his head slowly; nose broken on impact, and now gushing out blood. His glasses fell off his face, and now he couldn't see anything of the sort.

 

He felt a sharp pain in his left ankle, and was now in total shock. He turned his head quickly trying to focus on his surroundings but now regretting doing so. He meet face to face with the eyes of the being right on top of him, blurred from his inability to see. But the ferocity of its glacier eyes could get past that, and cause him to feel ice crawl over his spine. He was close to let out a scream, but his mouth was covered over, leaving a possible bruise, with one of its rotted hands.

 

The couple only saw a man on the ground looking at something not there, and had his lips sucked into his mouth. They kept asking a series of questions of what the matter was, not at all seeing what the worker was seeing.

 

The worker was just scarred right into insanity, trying to say what he was trying to scream out.

 

“They can't see me!” the being said childish with a satanic grin.

 

It began pulling the worker back into the elevator.

 

“THEY CAN'T HEAR ME!” it screamed.

 

The worker was half way in, wriggling with all of his willpower to escape. The couple backed away in fear, and confusion as the man was slowly being dragged into the elevator by some unseen force, legs slightly shaking.

 

The doors began closing on them both, and the lights on the inside of the elevator gave out very slowly, and dramatically. Water began flowing out like a gardening hose making the elevator a square container for a pool. The blood pouring out of his nose dripped into the water turning it to a slight pink.

 

The man felt the cold, murky water fill in his shoes, and stain his suit. It had him pinned down just by its stare. They were like daggers of ice ready to aim at the victim longing for the warm liquid of to ooze down onto the killers hands; pure ecstasy!

 

“Tell me something…Crash-” he whispered emphasizing Crash in a hateful tone

 

The worker had a flashback to his glory days as a football star in high school, his nickname Crash. How would that thing know his nickname?

 

“Are you afraid of the dark?” it hissed as the whole elevator space became black, devoid of light, and would soon reek of murder.

 

“You…!” he whispered in pure horror” You can't be alive?” A flashback went through his mind reminding him when he was with his guys throwing a body tied in rusty chains into the river.

 

“You're right” the worker became confused” I'm not!” it whispered with malice laced in it.

 

The lights finally gave out leaving only the eyes of a past murder penetrating the darkness. Bloody water slipped through the bottom crack of the elevator, and some between the door spaces.

 

Well there you go. I tried to make it creepy, and crap. In my mind, I see it as a movie, or comic and I go off of that to make my stories. Any type of review is allowed. Give me pointers on how I could make it a little, or a lot scarier. TTFN!