BLOODLINE OF WITCHES

PHASE ONE

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SAMSON

"Guys? Where are you?" Samson asked with rising fear. The sudden wind that blew into the room was gone and so were his friends.

"Guys?" Samson shouted even louder looking extremely worried. He ran to the door and tried to open it so he could get out of this place but the door was stuck shut. He struggled to open it, using all of his strength but the door wouldn't open. He began trying to break it open but still no luck.

Suddenly, he heard a soft voice whisper his name. "Sam...Son" the eerie voice called out in a hushed tone.

"Who's there? Guys, is that you?" Samson asked after hearing the voice.

There was no response and Samson could tell that he wasn't alone in here. Someone or something was watching him.

"I said, who's there?" Samson asked aggressively, trying to sound intimidating.

"Samson!" The voice called out again and he noticed a figure in the distance. The figure began moving towards him while calling his name.

"Samson!" It said with so much pain and agony like it was asking for his help.

"Whoever you are, stay back!" He warned the strange figure but it kept moving towards him.

"Samson!" It called out again.

"Help, somebody, help me!' Samson began screaming and banging on the door, hoping someone outside might hear him and come to his aid but nobody was around to help.

Samson was still desperately hitting the door when he realized that the voice wasn't calling his name anymore. He turned around but the strange figure was gone.

He started to move forward slowly, unsure of why. The rest of the building ahead of his sight was completely dark and silent except for the sound of water dripping. The dripping sound was echoing from his left and then his right, up, down and everywhere and it was getting louder.

Samson wasn't sure where to go or what to do. He continued moving forward slowly and was startled when someone grabbed his hand. The coldness of the person's grip felt like ice and Samson gasped in fright and turned around to see the last person he was expecting to be here; His little brother, Jamie.

"Jamie, what are you doing here?" Samson asked and held Jamie's shoulders.

Jamie was dripping wet and his skin was as cold as ice. His skin was very pale and his eyes were bulging.

"You left me, Sam. You didn't come with me to the clinic. You abandoned me!" Jamie said to him with a voice that sounded like multiple people speaking at the same time.

"I didn't abandon you, Jamie," Samson assured him.

"LIES!!" Jamie yelled and pushed Samson to the ground.

"You're a liar," Jamie said and he began screaming. From out of nowhere, a hand burst out of his mouth.

Samson watched in terror as another person crawled out of little Jamie. The person was also Jamie or at least had his face. They both stared at themselves and then at Samson and they launched at him.

"Noooo!!" Samson cried out.

PEACE

"Guys, what's happening?" Peace called out but no one answered. "If this is a joke, it isn't funny." She said angrily.

A spotlight suddenly came on in the centre of what seemed to be the living room of the old building and someone was tied to a chair and gagged at the mouth underneath the light. The person was struggling, trying to get free of the ropes that tied him.

"Darryl, is that you?" Peace asked when she saw the person. It was Darryl, she thought. She ran to him and began to untie him.

"Darryl, what the hell is going on? How did you get tied up to this chair and where are the rest of the guys?" Peace rained him with questions, questions he couldn't answer because his mouth was still gagged.

She took off the gag and Darryl let out a grunt. "Peace, please get me out of this chair. Hurry!" He begged and she began loosening the ropes faster until she untied him.

He stood up and gave her a hug of relief. She gladly took the hug since she was emotionally vulnerable because of what was happening.

"Who tied you up?" She asked him.

"I don't know. The last thing I remember was that strange wind blowing into the house, the lights went out and I felt someone hit me on my head and I passed out. I woke up and I was tied up to that chair. I was so scared, I didn't know what was going on." Darryl told her.

"Where's Nelly and Sam and Jennifer?" Peace asked him.

"I don't know and to be honest, I don't care. I'm just glad that you're okay." Darryl said and Peace couldn't help but think that what he just said sounded strange.

"What do you mean you don't care?" She asked, confused.

"I'm glad they're not here because I can finally do something I've wanted to do the entire night," Darryl said and pushed her to the wall.

"Darryl, what are you..." But before she could ask, he kissed her affectionately with hungry lust.

Peace was struggling at first because she wasn't expecting this, but she slowly began to succumb to the sweetness of the kiss and how it made her feel. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer. She started to take off his shirt and he did the same to her.

He kissed her on the neck and she moaned in sweet ecstasy. She began to unbuckle his belt when he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" She asked him, unsure of why he was laughing.

"Your lust! It's sickening. How can a child like you, of what, 16 years of age be so lustful?" Darryl asked, his eyes becoming red.

"Darryl, what's wrong with you?" She asked in fear and began backing away from him.

"I'm not Darryl but I can give you what you want from him." He said and grabbed her neck and slammed her to the floor. She screamed but it did her no good as 'Darryl' grabbed her legs and dragged her into the darkness with her screams echoing.

JENNIFER

"Guys, where are you?" Jennifer asked. The room was so dark, she couldn't see a thing. She saw her purse in the corner and quickly grabbed it. She went through it and found her phone. She turned it on and was about to dial 911 when the phone suddenly fell from her hands.

She bent down to pick it up but it moved by itself a few yards away from her. She gasped in fright, unsure if she was dreaming or if she saw right.

She slowly moved closer to her phone and tried to pick it up again but the phone slid away from her again. Now she was sure something weird was going on. She stood still in fear, and she decided not to try and pick up the phone again.

The phone suddenly came on and began ringing. The phone rang and rang and rang but she was too scared to try and pick it up. It stopped ringing and her voicemail began taking in a message. It was from her mother.

"Jennifer, where are you? Your father and I got back to the house and we've been so worried because we've been trying to call you but we couldn't reach you. Please pick up the phone, dear." Her mother said.

Jennifer ran to the phone and picked it up, talking to her mother in a rush. "Mom, mom, I'm here. I'm in a building in the woods and something's after me. Please, Mom, I need your help. Please!" She said quickly, desperately in need of help.

"Slow down honey. I can't hear a single thing you're saying." Her mother replied.

"Mom, I said I need help," Jennifer said again.

"Help? And why should I help you?" Her mom asked.