Jackey woke in a cold and lonely room. There was no light, save for a tiny breach below the door which was maybe four feet away from her. She tried to stand but couldn't, her hands were tied above her head to seperete ends of a thin steel pole. and her legs were wraped in make shift rope. Clothes were bundeled up infront of her - she assumed that it was removed from the pole above her to make space for her to be bound.
She caught on quickly to just what was happeneing. She pieced together her memories - tiny parts of what happened earlier appeared in her minds eye.
"Holy fucking shit" She remembered what she could only describe as a ghost attacking her and miss Smith.
"Why would a ghost lock me in a closet?" she said under breath as she tugged at her binds. Then she heard a booming voice in the distance "NO!" and then a wracket. Glass shattered. Furniture screatched. A girl shrieked out in fear. A wolf growled then there was a shattering 'bang' - followed by a deafening silence. Jackey felt a wave of chills spread from the back of her neck down her spine and then to her toes. She started breathing in a panicked manner of short breaths while she was tugging at her binds to get loose.
She kept on tugging for a while and just as the bindstretched far enough she slipped her one hand free. She started working on the other hand, when it too was free she felt a sruge of relief rush over her. But that vapourized instantly when she heard a heavy footstep outside her door.
Jackey wanted to run, she wanted to hide but in this cubicle she knew she had been found out.
Carl opened the door by ripping it off it's hinges. Light surged into the small space and he saw Jackey bundled up in the corner of the room - sobbing in fear of what was to come. She looked up to Carl expecting a monster but instead he saw the injured figure of a familiar face. Carl was in a bad shape. He had deep claw cuts on his chest and midrif. His shoulder was a mess of lacirations and his face was painted red with blood.
"Come" He said in a voice that sounded much deeper than Jackey had remembered it to be. Jackey looked over to him one more time before standing , he was carrying a limp body on his back.
"We need to go now!" Carl reached down and pulled Jackey up with a rugged tug tghat flung her against his chest. Her soft skin was in perfect contrast with his bloodied and broken. Her face was slightly bruised but that too was a contrast to his battered face. The three of them moved out into the hallway as a single entity. in the distance were roars and demonic screeches and Jackey hesitantly let Carl lead her.
"Carl where were you? What's going on?" She nagged with the same questions a few times as Carl remained silent.
"Frankensteins monsters have come back to haunt their creator... and she couldn't fend all of them off" Jackey was more confused than ever. They walked into the room of Stacy's cabin where the fireplace looked out on the wild. the windows and most of the walls had...