Me and Kitty collaborated together to create this very awesome story. Hope you like it!
‘This way sir, you have 5 minutes. Make it snappy!’ The security guard growled. My hard, leather shoes clacked on the old, dark tiled floor as I paced down the row of cells. I halted to a stop when I came across the biggest cell of them all. I peer through my geeky orange glasses to the large, lifeless cell, devoid of life. Wait, that can’t be right! I look again, fixing up my glasses expecting to see the suspects I was meant to interview, but to no avail. The cell is empty. Apart from a strange haze floating in the corner. “Guard!” I yell, voice echoing along the empty metal corridor “Guard, we have an emergency!” Finally he comes stumbling along, peering foggily out from his gigantic eyebrows. “What?” he mutters, leaning heavily on the wall. “The prisoners, you idiot! Now give me the keys, and alert authorities!” I may look cute and cuddly but I can get a real temper on in desperate situations. Like now. "Sir, it's mandatory that I cannot let unauthorised people go into cells for safety reasons" the guard replied trying to keep his cool. “Argh!” I mutter under my breath. I took a deep breath then cried out “If you must then go ahead and go in this ghastly cell!”. He gives me a strange look then unhooks the keys from his belt, fingers stumbling over the key ring. He wiped sweat from his forehead, from the humidity in the corridor, then started rustling the keys to find the right one. Finally he finds the correct key, then, shakily inserts it into the hole. With a deep breath, he swung open the cell. He gingerly trudged into the cell, only now concentrating on the scarlet red fog lurking in the corner, his hands creeping towards it, curious to find out what it might do. Mentally, I ran through options on what the fog might be. Nothing comes up. Suddenly, the guard's hand ran through the fog, it slowly started to tug then rip of his muscular arm. "Agh! What is this! Help!" Now the skin started to spin like tornado, quickly disintegrating into the fog. I rush forward to help him, but my small, weak flippers can do nothing. His body is sucked into the gruesome tornado, leaving only a whispering cry of help trail after. I stare in shock at the empty space in the cell, as the red fog disappears into nothing. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my eyes bulge out of my face with crystal white tears in them. What. The. Hell. Just. Happened? A key cascades down to the ground with an ear-splitting clang. I jump nearly 5 feet in the air. The sight of the guard getting sucked up in the fog kept whirring around in my head over and over again, his voice, crying for help, chants in my mind. I needed to get out of this haunted place. I could be next. So I back out of the cell, gathering speed till I’m sprinting down the empty corridor. Empty. Where are the other guards? From the corner of my eye, I see a glint of red coming from the desk and the fan sitting on it shook a little then stopped. Blood, or the tornado from hell? I raced towards the desk to find out. The fan anonymously started up again blowing papers everywhere, my hand flung out to get one, hoping it was a clue, but then a flicker of red mist appeared. I flinched, then quickly backed away from the desk hoping not to be a hurricane of blood, skin and bones. I start down another hallway hoping to encounter staff, but find no one. I am alone with a red horror. Taking a deep breath, I sprint down yet another row of cells hoping to find a survivor, but nothing. Nothing except for ghosts. If I listen hard enough, I can almost hear their last words echoing from their lips a billion times, like a horror movie on repeat. Without a warning, a red mist started to form in the cell I was closest to, lights started flickering and violent screams and laughs dominated the air. “Run young detective, run, run, run! Before..." Screeched a silent voice. I do what any sane person would. I run. I run faster than ever before, racing through the empty corridors, sprinting to the door. I make it only to find out that, it's locked. I put my hand on my face, thinking is this the end? Will I join those haunted souls only repeating my last words over and over again? No. Something inside me refuses. I won’t give in. Not until I find out who's doing this! A rush of adrenaline starts pumping through my veins as I fix up my glasses ready for this survival game. I stand up, back to the door, and quickly assess what I have. Not much. Only a pen, a pad of printed paper, a box of matches from a past case and the keys from the security guard. Just at that moment, I hear clown laughs, scratching against the walls and the jingling of keys. I close my eyes, finding my inner warrior. Time for a bit of heroism. I start towards the spot with the least noise, which happens to be the receptionist desk, and glance over to see if there are any items which could be repelling the souls. Not much, except for a small, red light bulb flashing wildly on the desk. I stare at it, mentally going through what it might do, one thing pops up straight away in my head. Tornadoes. Right, testing time. I pick up the red bulb gingerly and slowly carry it over to where the noises are most. They fade away. Hmm, this might be something. After that, in the dark, gloomy corridor furthest away from me, the screams of a woman travel into my ears and violent laughters fill the area. Time for more testing, risking my life or not. I wander over to the corridor, expecting to see the scarlet red mist any second before it destroys me. Nothing happens. Even the screams fade away. Huh. A tear tumbles down my fuzzy, blue face and an ear to ear smile emerges. Thank goodness I found this lifesaver before the end. I quickly take out my pen and paper, quickly jotting down my discoveries. Then, I walk back to the desk, and after a bit of rummaging through the draws, I find a torch. I take out the original bulb and replace it with my flashing red one. Perfect, a weapon. Now I'll be safe, safe from all these freaky paranormal activities. I plummet the torch into my pocket, starting to explore for more clues and, hopefully, weapons. But then suddenly, my soft, blue ears get a blasting scream of one of the villains I was going to interview then another violently whispered in my ear:"'you made a BIG mistake coming here softie, and now you have to pay the price." “Make up your own, uncliched sentences at least!” I whisper back savagely. I’m getting a bit sick of these ghostly villains, as you can probably tell. I start down another row of cells continuing my journey then suddenly, my orange glasses get invaded by scarlet red fog. "No! No! No! No!" I bellow as it blinds me from the path ahead. Millions of spine tingling thoughts whir around in my brain. “Wait what? I’m not dead” I voice, as I suddenly realise I’m not getting ripped into bits. I pinch myself seeing if this was real. Wow, it's real. Now, why am I not a penguin flavoured smoothie? The red fog gradually leaves my glasses finally clearing my path, and I’m struck by a ‘this is not real feeling’. This is too much to happen in one day. I roll up my feathers on my arm to check the time, 9.45pm. Was I really here for 8 hours? I quickly hide my watch behind my fluffy feathers and head towards the receptionist desk again to see if something has happened. It has. Mainly, the disney villains seemingly having a party round it. They seem to be waiting for someone and that someone is me probably. And I’m not sure I want them to find me. 'You are a wise little guy aren't you now?' A voice chuckles.'Yeah he's quite the detective' another croaks. What? How did they know I said that? I only said it in my head. Didn’t I? Then, another idea strikes me like a wrecking ball. ‘looks like you figured it out’ the first voice laughs. “Shut up!” I yell at the empty air. They can’t get inside my head, they can’t. They can’t. I rip the light bulb out of my pocket then place it on my head. Next time the voices try to speak, I hear a cry instead of a laugh, whimpers instead of chuckles. Yes! Suddenly I see the villains faces flash before my eyes with deadly sharp knives dripping with blood and creepy grins on their faces. Can’t get us that easily, flashes words burning into my eyes. Closing my eyes, I huddle in the corner and shut down all systems. In other words, I hibernate. I clutch onto the torch tightly then rest my head on my knees thinking what have I gotten myself into? Well, whatever it is, I’m gonna have to face it some day. I reboot. Getting up on my feet, I switch the torch on and scavenge down the corridors destroying anything in my path. I come upon the cell that was meant to have the villains, only to find another red haze lurking in the corner. "Come, come young detective, you know what you need to do" chuckled the tornado. Suddenly it started to creep closer and closer towards me, making me back away from the cell and sprint down the hallway. It was gaining speed leaving a trail of last words from its victims, I approach the reception and shine the bright crimson light at the killer. The light starts to flicker wildly, slowly penetrating the tornado, blood started to drip from the tornado as loud screams screech into my ears. But I don't give up, I tightly hold onto the torch knowing this was a life or death situation. Anger boiled in my body to let out a bellowing cry saying "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Now the tornado was fighting to get away from the magic light bulb but that wasn't gonna happen, I gently walk towards it with eyes squinting and feathers blowing back. "AAAAAAAAH!!!" The tornado shrieks crying and laughing at the same time then disintegrating into nothing. Wow. What is going on? I pant trying to catch my breath thinking in my head what I just did. Without warning, a laughter echoes in the area but it's a laughter of joy and it's my laugh, you have no idea how relieved I am. I trudge towards the front door only to find in wide open with the golden sun shining outside. "Yes! I'm finally free!" I wail to the world. I switch the torchlight off then put in my pocket, you never know what could happen. A small paper note drops from the roof landing straight in front of me, with writing written in blood. I gingerly pick it up and start to read it. The note read: 'You were lucky this time goggles, but beware of what could come. Good luck detective, this was only the beginning. D.V' I scrunch up the treacherous note and shove it in my pocket then slap my flipper onto my head. Are you kidding me?
By the AMAZINGLY AWESOME Mridula and Kitty!!! :)
‘This way sir, you have 5 minutes. Make it snappy!’ The security guard growled. My hard, leather shoes clacked on the old, dark tiled floor as I paced down the row of cells. I halted to a stop when I came across the biggest cell of them all. I peer through my geeky orange glasses to the large, lifeless cell, devoid of life. Wait, that can’t be right! I look again, fixing up my glasses expecting to see the suspects I was meant to interview, but to no avail. The cell is empty. Apart from a strange haze floating in the corner. “Guard!” I yell, voice echoing along the empty metal corridor “Guard, we have an emergency!” Finally he comes stumbling along, peering foggily out from his gigantic eyebrows. “What?” he mutters, leaning heavily on the wall. “The prisoners, you idiot! Now give me the keys, and alert authorities!” I may look cute and cuddly but I can get a real temper on in desperate situations. Like now. "Sir, it's mandatory that I cannot let unauthorised people go into cells for safety reasons" the guard replied trying to keep his cool. “Argh!” I mutter under my breath. I took a deep breath then cried out “If you must then go ahead and go in this ghastly cell!”. He gives me a strange look then unhooks the keys from his belt, fingers stumbling over the key ring. He wiped sweat from his forehead, from the humidity in the corridor, then started rustling the keys to find the right one. Finally he finds the correct key, then, shakily inserts it into the hole. With a deep breath, he swung open the cell. He gingerly trudged into the cell, only now concentrating on the scarlet red fog lurking in the corner, his hands creeping towards it, curious to find out what it might do. Mentally, I ran through options on what the fog might be. Nothing comes up. Suddenly, the guard's hand ran through the fog, it slowly started to tug then rip of his muscular arm. "Agh! What is this! Help!" Now the skin started to spin like tornado, quickly disintegrating into the fog. I rush forward to help him, but my small, weak flippers can do nothing. His body is sucked into the gruesome tornado, leaving only a whispering cry of help trail after. I stare in shock at the empty space in the cell, as the red fog disappears into nothing. My heart starts pounding in my chest and my eyes bulge out of my face with crystal white tears in them. What. The. Hell. Just. Happened? A key cascades down to the ground with an ear-splitting clang. I jump nearly 5 feet in the air. The sight of the guard getting sucked up in the fog kept whirring around in my head over and over again, his voice, crying for help, chants in my mind. I needed to get out of this haunted place. I could be next. So I back out of the cell, gathering speed till I’m sprinting down the empty corridor. Empty. Where are the other guards? From the corner of my eye, I see a glint of red coming from the desk and the fan sitting on it shook a little then stopped. Blood, or the tornado from hell? I raced towards the desk to find out. The fan anonymously started up again blowing papers everywhere, my hand flung out to get one, hoping it was a clue, but then a flicker of red mist appeared. I flinched, then quickly backed away from the desk hoping not to be a hurricane of blood, skin and bones. I start down another hallway hoping to encounter staff, but find no one. I am alone with a red horror. Taking a deep breath, I sprint down yet another row of cells hoping to find a survivor, but nothing. Nothing except for ghosts. If I listen hard enough, I can almost hear their last words echoing from their lips a billion times, like a horror movie on repeat. Without a warning, a red mist started to form in the cell I was closest to, lights started flickering and violent screams and laughs dominated the air. “Run young detective, run, run, run! Before..." Screeched a silent voice. I do what any sane person would. I run. I run faster than ever before, racing through the empty corridors, sprinting to the door. I make it only to find out that, it's locked. I put my hand on my face, thinking is this the end? Will I join those haunted souls only repeating my last words over and over again? No. Something inside me refuses. I won’t give in. Not until I find out who's doing this! A rush of adrenaline starts pumping through my veins as I fix up my glasses ready for this survival game. I stand up, back to the door, and quickly assess what I have. Not much. Only a pen, a pad of printed paper, a box of matches from a past case and the keys from the security guard. Just at that moment, I hear clown laughs, scratching against the walls and the jingling of keys. I close my eyes, finding my inner warrior. Time for a bit of heroism. I start towards the spot with the least noise, which happens to be the receptionist desk, and glance over to see if there are any items which could be repelling the souls. Not much, except for a small, red light bulb flashing wildly on the desk. I stare at it, mentally going through what it might do, one thing pops up straight away in my head. Tornadoes. Right, testing time. I pick up the red bulb gingerly and slowly carry it over to where the noises are most. They fade away. Hmm, this might be something. After that, in the dark, gloomy corridor furthest away from me, the screams of a woman travel into my ears and violent laughters fill the area. Time for more testing, risking my life or not. I wander over to the corridor, expecting to see the scarlet red mist any second before it destroys me. Nothing happens. Even the screams fade away. Huh. A tear tumbles down my fuzzy, blue face and an ear to ear smile emerges. Thank goodness I found this lifesaver before the end. I quickly take out my pen and paper, quickly jotting down my discoveries. Then, I walk back to the desk, and after a bit of rummaging through the draws, I find a torch. I take out the original bulb and replace it with my flashing red one. Perfect, a weapon. Now I'll be safe, safe from all these freaky paranormal activities. I plummet the torch into my pocket, starting to explore for more clues and, hopefully, weapons. But then suddenly, my soft, blue ears get a blasting scream of one of the villains I was going to interview then another violently whispered in my ear:"'you made a BIG mistake coming here softie, and now you have to pay the price." “Make up your own, uncliched sentences at least!” I whisper back savagely. I’m getting a bit sick of these ghostly villains, as you can probably tell. I start down another row of cells continuing my journey then suddenly, my orange glasses get invaded by scarlet red fog. "No! No! No! No!" I bellow as it blinds me from the path ahead. Millions of spine tingling thoughts whir around in my brain. “Wait what? I’m not dead” I voice, as I suddenly realise I’m not getting ripped into bits. I pinch myself seeing if this was real. Wow, it's real. Now, why am I not a penguin flavoured smoothie? The red fog gradually leaves my glasses finally clearing my path, and I’m struck by a ‘this is not real feeling’. This is too much to happen in one day. I roll up my feathers on my arm to check the time, 9.45pm. Was I really here for 8 hours? I quickly hide my watch behind my fluffy feathers and head towards the receptionist desk again to see if something has happened. It has. Mainly, the disney villains seemingly having a party round it. They seem to be waiting for someone and that someone is me probably. And I’m not sure I want them to find me. 'You are a wise little guy aren't you now?' A voice chuckles.'Yeah he's quite the detective' another croaks. What? How did they know I said that? I only said it in my head. Didn’t I? Then, another idea strikes me like a wrecking ball. ‘looks like you figured it out’ the first voice laughs. “Shut up!” I yell at the empty air. They can’t get inside my head, they can’t. They can’t. I rip the light bulb out of my pocket then place it on my head. Next time the voices try to speak, I hear a cry instead of a laugh, whimpers instead of chuckles. Yes! Suddenly I see the villains faces flash before my eyes with deadly sharp knives dripping with blood and creepy grins on their faces. Can’t get us that easily, flashes words burning into my eyes. Closing my eyes, I huddle in the corner and shut down all systems. In other words, I hibernate. I clutch onto the torch tightly then rest my head on my knees thinking what have I gotten myself into? Well, whatever it is, I’m gonna have to face it some day. I reboot. Getting up on my feet, I switch the torch on and scavenge down the corridors destroying anything in my path. I come upon the cell that was meant to have the villains, only to find another red haze lurking in the corner. "Come, come young detective, you know what you need to do" chuckled the tornado. Suddenly it started to creep closer and closer towards me, making me back away from the cell and sprint down the hallway. It was gaining speed leaving a trail of last words from its victims, I approach the reception and shine the bright crimson light at the killer. The light starts to flicker wildly, slowly penetrating the tornado, blood started to drip from the tornado as loud screams screech into my ears. But I don't give up, I tightly hold onto the torch knowing this was a life or death situation. Anger boiled in my body to let out a bellowing cry saying "LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" Now the tornado was fighting to get away from the magic light bulb but that wasn't gonna happen, I gently walk towards it with eyes squinting and feathers blowing back. "AAAAAAAAH!!!" The tornado shrieks crying and laughing at the same time then disintegrating into nothing. Wow. What is going on? I pant trying to catch my breath thinking in my head what I just did. Without warning, a laughter echoes in the area but it's a laughter of joy and it's my laugh, you have no idea how relieved I am. I trudge towards the front door only to find in wide open with the golden sun shining outside. "Yes! I'm finally free!" I wail to the world. I switch the torchlight off then put in my pocket, you never know what could happen. A small paper note drops from the roof landing straight in front of me, with writing written in blood. I gingerly pick it up and start to read it. The note read: 'You were lucky this time goggles, but beware of what could come. Good luck detective, this was only the beginning. D.V' I scrunch up the treacherous note and shove it in my pocket then slap my flipper onto my head. Are you kidding me?
By the AMAZINGLY AWESOME Mridula and Kitty!!! :)