The back door slammed behind me, making me jump.
"Pretty draughty in here, huh?" I joked, masking the fact that I had been scared shitless. I shivered comically, but Annabelle stood there, stony-faced.
I looked down, embarrassed.
"Okay," I muttered. To occupy myself I looked around, taking in the place Annabelle had taken me to. We were standing in some abandoned room, and it must have been majestic once-upon-a-time...
...but now it looked like a total dump.
The wallpaper was peeling off the wall like it had a nasty case of psoriasis, and colonies of mould lurked in the corners. Broken pieces of furniture was strewn pathetically on the rotten floor.
"Great place." I quipped.
I cracked an encouraging smile, but she was having none of it. What does a guy have to do to get some laughs around here?
"This place did have owners," Annabelle told me. "Once."
I frowned. Her voice sounded kind of menacing, but I figured she was kidding around. And I couldn't see her face because she had her back to me.
But there was something about her tone that had my attention
"Oookay, Annie," I said slowly, chuckling nervously. "You're kinda freaking me out..."
She steadily turned to face me.
Annabelle's eyes drilled into mine, fixating me on the spot. I slowly began to back away. The look on her face spooked me. I shivered, but it wasn't the draught this time.
Annebelle widened her brown eyes innocently.
"Seriously?" she scoffed in a derisive tone. "You knew this was coming." I suddenly lost the feeling in my legs. I quickly glanced around to make sure that the exit was clearly in sight.
Quivering like a leaf, I picked up a broken chair leg.
"Stay away from me," I warned. My voice came out low and shaky, as if I'd been doused in ice-cold water. I lifted my weapon, ready to defend myself.
Annabella sneered at me.
Her once serene and beautiful eyes were wild, predatory. Her hands were curved like claws at her side, and her teeth were bared. "Don't you dare move," she growled.
"Make me," I blurted.
She lunged at me, shrieking like a banshee.
I swung with all my might.
I felt the wood connect, and she went down like a boulder.
I was paralysed on the spot.
I had to pause for a second to fathom was just happened. I skulked closer to see if she was still breathing.
But she was as immobile as a statue.
I crept closer and saw a small crimson puddle growing from underneath her head. It melted into her dark hair, soaking the soft tendrils.
My breathing was ragged and uneven from the adrenaline as I crouched down to take a closer look. Her ghostly face was slack, and her eyes were glassy and staring, like that of a doll's.
"Annabelle?" I whispered.
She didn't answer, though her lips were slightly agape, like she wanted to say something. And yet her ashen face stayed frigid and emotionless.
This one was completely unintentional...
...but I guess this means another trip to the woods.
And nobody had better see me this time.