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Sam..
Sam…
It’s startling, to say the least.
Sam wakes up in a cold sweat, his blanket loosely draped over his body, and his sweater sticks to his skin like glue. It’s uncomfortable, but it adds a layer of comfort. He looks beside him; lifts the cloth covering the table expecting to see the brunette- but he didn’t. No tuft of black hair beneath the blanket, or the tattooed arm peeking out the sheet. “Colby?” He mumbles, he’s tired and exhausted, and it’s uncomfortable to be alone.
He knows Colby wouldn’t leave him alone like this. He knows.
“Sam.”
He jumps out of his skin, head whipping towards the living room. “Colby?” He calls out, and Colby’s voice rings from the basement again. “Down here.” He says, and Sam sighs, a breath of relief. And annoyance.
He stands up and stretches, joints popping slightly. “Dude, why’re you down there? It’s like 3am.” He says in slight annoyance as he opens the basement door and steps down the creaky wooden stairs. It’s dark and he doesn’t think much of it, until the voice is next to his ear.
“Hey.” He jumps again, whips around only to be met with the dark wood of the staircase. “Colby? Dude, where are you?” He calls out, his voice echoes through the basement that now seems colder than before. The light flickers in the room beside him, above the white table with unlit candles. It’s calling out for him. It wants him.
It’s oh so tempting. So, so tempting. He walks up, steps on the ledge and slips into the chair. He places his hands on the white table, and Colby’s voice is ringing in his ears.
“Do it.” It repeats, over and over. “Do what?” He says, and suddenly he feels dizzy. He spaces out, his mind goes blank.
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“Sam?” Colby says in confusion, yawning slightly as he saw the empty air-mattress. He flicks the bathroom light off and lifts the table cloth, expecting to see the blonde under there under the guise of playing a prank like usual, but he didn’t see him. “Sam? Sammy?” He calls out again to no avail. His eyes land on the open basement door, and he scowls.
“Motherfucker.”
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“Colby? Colby!” Sam calls out in the pitch blackness. He runs and runs until he hits a wall, he backs up, grabs at whatever he can and it’s painful. His body aches from the amount of times he’s run into these pillars and beams; it’s not the basement anymore. He feels like he’s drowning, his lungs are heavy and it’s hard to breathe. The voice rings in his head and it’s fucking taunting him.
“Run, run, run.” Colby’s voice echoes. Sam feels tears prickle at his eyes and he runs. Something is chasing him, he can feel the vibrations of its steps, hear its growls and groans.
He trips. Falls flat to his face, hands scraping against the tough gravel, and tears drip down his cheeks. He listens as it gets closer and closer, and he feels an excruciating pain trail up his back. Starting from the small of it.
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Four knocks rap on the wall, and Colby startles. “Abigail? Is that you?” He asks, and he receives one knock in response. “Do you know where Sam is?” He asks again, and the rapid knocking continues on the basement door. He curses again, thanks her and rushes into the basement. He flickers the lights on and is prepared to grill the shit out of Sam until he sees the blonde lying on the stone ground.
“Sam?!” He calls out, rushing towards him and he flips him on his back. Sam’s nose is bleeding and his eyes are shut, and Colby shakes him harshly. “Sam! Sam, what the fuck-“ he curses, and he shakes him until the boy gasps for air. “Sam! Sam, what the hell happened?!-“ Sam gasps for air, clutches his chest and tears prickle his eyes. “Holy fuck,” he pants, and Colby hugs him right.
“You’re okay, You’re okay.” Colby repeats over and over, cradles the blonde in his arms until he hears Sam speak.
“What the fuck is this house..”