Day 3! Here we go! Just like yesterday, one of my motivated subscribers posted their Day 2 in yesterday’s comments, so today I will be posting it with my day 3! Great job Ash! Thank you all for your support, subscriptions and motivation as myself and other writers tackle Writetober!
Writetober Day 3
Bait
“So, are you possessed yet?” Tom spoke over the clicking of the controller in his hands.
“Adds are killed, get ready for DPS.” Kyle ignored his friends’ question and focused on the game.
“Why did you throw the ring away again?” Tom pressed the subject.
“Top pillar needs to come down and drop the ring already. I got rid of it that’s that.” Kyle begged his friend as he focused on the characters before him.
“Damn, touchy subject I see. It was just a ring, no need to freak out.”
“I am not freaking out, just telling you to drop it.” Annoyance played on Kyle’s words.
“Sounds like freaking out to me.” Tom poked more.
“Seriously!” Kyle broke concentration from the screen as his character died. “You weren’t here man. Michelle was not the same, she was acting blank. On top of that, I kept hearing this laughing and a voice.” Kyle was stone faced. “But when I reached out to you, I just got jokes and sarcasm.”
“Bro I was just playing.”
“No, you want to jab and poke, and bait me. Here you go, I’m hooked.” Kyle didn’t stop for Tom to speak. “I have a great idea, let’s go find that ring. It’s only been like three days, I am sure it’s where ever the hell I threw it!”
“Look I wasn’t trying…”
“Too late.” Kyle cut off his friend. “Let’s go find the ring so you can be happy.”
After some protest, Tom followed Kyle to the door, but as Tom neared the closed door he stopped in his tracks.
“Knock…knock…” The words crept into Tom’s ears.
“Did you hear that?” Tom asked Kyle.
“Stop messing around. I’m not playing this game anymore, you got your wish, let’s go.” Kyle turned to open the door.
The two men stood, frozen in horror. Gently sitting on the doormat outside of Kyle’s home was a black ring, the black ring. Tom and Kyle’s ear perked ever so slightly as a laugh slithered into their heads.
“Close the fucking door.” Tom broke the silence.
Kyle’s hand shoved the door closed as the two still stood staring.
“I am so sorry; can you tell me what in the fuck that was? I heard knock-knock when we walked to the door.” Nervousness crept in Tom’s voice.
Kyle didn’t answer Tom, he continued to stare at the closed door, thinking. A decision was made as he opened the door and bent down to grab the ring. It was as heavy as he remembered it, surprisingly warm too. Tom was frozen in curiosity and fear as he watched his friend grab the black ring. Kyle turned and looked to his friend, certainty in his eyes.
“Here goes nothing.” Kyle plunged his finger through the hole of the ring. It seemed to enlarge as it conformed to his finger size. Wrapping snug around his finger, Kyle felt a gentle vibration crawl up his arm. For a moment, the world blurred forcing him to blink trying to regain his vision. His eyesight returned, but it was different. Removing his glasses, Kyle could see the world around him clearly. No blurs, no squinting, perfect eyesight.
“Welcome.” The voice spoke loudly in his head.
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Monotonous. Grey. Beige. Boring. Soe’s schedule is as follows; wake up, get dressed, go to Mocha Joey’s, get a large Hazelnut coffee (extra light), resent, resent, resent and show up at Doa’s to have her soul sucked out with every tick of the clock. But today, she walked out of her job without telling anyone and is in pursuit of figuring out what the fuck happened to this random woman who happened to call her store and told her about what was actually her suicide.
‘What am I even doing?’ She would doubt her sanity, stop in her tracks then just mindlessly start walking toward the direction her gps was telling her to walk to.
‘Is this the right thing to do? I don’t even know….’ She stopped thinking when she saw the red and blue lights reflecting off one of the small stores lined up down the street. She didn’t even realize where she was. The big, bustling and noisy downtown area surrounded by skyskrapers was now a little suburban street, quiet with little mom and pop shops lining the streets.
She put her phone in her pocket and ran up to the street sign on the corner. “Raymond Street”, she whispered to herself, confirming what she was seeing. Her walk now became a run. She ran up to the scene when she was then stopped by a police officer.
He was young, looked like he had just graduated the academy. “Sorry ma’am, we have an investigation going on.”
“What happened?” Soe asked. She looked past the officer, looking at the number 54 on the mailbox. ‘They found it….” A sense of relief washed over her.
As the man went to open his mouth, two officers walked out, signaling to wrap it up.
“This house is abandoned. It’s been abandoned for about 3 years. The – ”
“This is the address she gave me! There has to be something here. Maybe she was the previous owner or tenant? Don’t you have records of that?! ”
“Ah, Miss Soe, was it?” The voice was encroaching on her from behind, raspy and low.
Soe whipped around to face a 6 foot tall black man in an officer’s uniform. His presence alone was intimidating. She had no idea where he even came from or how she missed him.
“Y-yes. That’s right. This woman said this address and something a-about a…” she was cut off.
“Yes, I understand. We will do some digging but for right now, noone is present at the property. We will search the records. I did say I’d get back to you, right?”
“I’m a man of my word. Now if you will excuse us, we will be doing our jobs. Perhaps you could do me a favor?” He looked down at her, an eyebrow up.
“Sure.” It came out curt. She was getting frustrated. ‘They’re not gonna do anything’
The man paused a moment. He felt her angry but eventually continued on with his request.
“Go into the caller ID and see if there is a number. If not, we will request Doa’s phone records to see if we can track anyone down. In the meantime, hold onto this if anything else comes up.” The man sounded warm. As though he was actually trying to be helpful in calming her nerves.
Soe took the card and looked at the name.
‘Lieutenant Perry Kaylor’
“If I don’t do my job, feel free to call and yell at me.” He gave her a smile then walked away to huddle and talk to his subordinates.
Soe watched for 30 minutes as they talked it out, shared notes and eventually went back into their cruisers and drove off. Ring, ring ring. Her phone went off. She jumped a little bit but picked it up without looking. It was her boss.
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” She was boiling. Soe was probably going to be jobless soon. “You can’t just fucking leave your post and not tell anyone. What are you thinking?! You get your ass back here. We need to talk about your fut-”
Click. There were more important things to do. Guess she’s gonna have to hope the police get their phone records. Right now, she had something to do.
She walked closer and closer to the house. It was run down. The only blinds left were completely mangled in a beautiful bay window that had dust for days. The paint was fading, turning a weird yellow color from the sun exposure. It had a porch on the 1st floor. The beams were cracked and the stairs leading up to it were chipped, with holes in it. It might have been painted white in it’s glory days but now it was just beat up wood with patches of white.
There was only one mailbox. ‘Is this just a one family…?’
She was confused. The woman had said second floor. She had just assumed it was a two family home. Like the apartment she lived in.
She reached into the mailbox and felt nothing at the bottom.
She punched down and heard a pop. Something had lifted up and suddenly there was open space. She reached down further. She heard the clinging of metal on metal and she scooped up the culprit making the noise.
She held it. The key. The one the woman was talking about. It was there. Now it all became real. ‘If only the cop would’ve heard me out…’
‘Second floor’ She nervously looked at the door. Was it even open? She put her hand on the handle and slowly turned until she heard the click. She let go and the door seemed to open on its own. A stench of moth balls and mold emanated out the door. In front of Soe, a set of stairs going to the 2nd floor. The adrenaline was pumping. Her heart was racing.
‘This can’t be real. What am I doing?’
Doubt began clouding her mind. Fear was taking hold. She was paralyzed on what to do next. One step forward. She wasn’t sure what she was doing or why she was even here but something was pulling her to continue. She needed to get to the bottom of what this all was. ‘I need to finish what I started. There are others.’ Then, another step.
Kris Writes Worlds 
I’m so late and I did not proof read. Been working. I’ll post a better version tomorrow but I want to keep true to Writeober and post every day. My apologies for any repetition or errors:
Day 3 – Bait
Creak.
Each step made a noise. She was not going to be quiet. The house was so empty, it simply echoed everywhere. Debris was all over the place. 54 Raymond Street looked to have been abandoned for quite some time.
Soe looked at the key in her hand. ‘I got in. Do I ready need this?’
She squeezed it, feeling the slight prick on her skin. She took her last two steps and made it to the top. She was now on the second floor. It instantly had a different feel.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Soe let out a sigh. “Am I stupid? What was I thinking?” She quietly whispered to herself. She stared at the key in her hand once more. It was a beautiful key. The top looked to be smoothly hand carved with two crevasses on each side of it. Three weird characters where written across it.
Then she heard it. A knock.
Her heart dropped. Adrenaline began to pump through her as fear fell into the pit of her stomach. ‘What the fuck was that?’
It was silent once again. Maybe her mind was playing tricks?
‘That was definitely a knock. Maybe something fell.’
Soe took a big breath and attempted to regain her composure.
Knock. Knock.
She looked to her left. It definitely originated in that direction.
‘Fuck. Do I really want to be a sterotypical dumb horror movie chick right now?’
Her feet began walking in the direction of the knocks. She was mindless again. A feeling in her chest was now growing. It felt like adrenaline but the rush concentrated near her throat. It felt like it was radiating. ‘I must be having a stroke’
Soe looked down the hallway and looked at the three doors up ahead. One was agape, the second and third were closed. The feeling near her throat was now radiating and overwhelming. She reached for the second door and it opens easily.
She takes a breath to try to calm her anxiety. ‘Cool, cool, cool, cool…..’
The room is rundown. Grey wallpaper is curling off the walls. The stench of mold makes its way through the hallway. The carpet is worn, with some patches being rundown to the hardwood floor beneath. It had no windows with added a weariness to it.
Knock. Knock……knock.
It was louder. It was in the room with her. She froze. ‘Where. The. Fuck…..oh God. I’m gonna die.’
Soe clenched her chest and bent over, trying to garner control of the situation around her. She moved in a 180 direction to leave when she saw it.
WELCOME HOME SOE was sprawled on the wall in a red paint. “W-…..what the fucking shit? What is happening?”
Everything was beginning to spiral. The feeling in her chest was overtaking her and it felt like the room was spinning. Soe fell to her knees. She couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Put your hands on the ground. Try to ground yourself.”
The voice came from behind her. ‘I want to faint. I’m probably going to die. Why….why did I do this?’
“I have the answer.”
She stayed frozen. ‘What the….’
The woman’s voice was steady, confident and almost gentle. She began to take steps towards Soe.
“I see you took the bait. I promise to explain everything soon enough. For now, rest.”
Soe knew this voice somehow. ‘Wait, it’s the lady. I-it’s….she’s not…’
The woman put her hand on Soe’s back. She felt a powerful surge coarse through her. She felt no pain. She was numb to everything. ‘Is this….death? Am I….is it over?’ Tears began to stream down her cheeks as darkness took over her vision.
‘What have I done….?’
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