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Exene Cervenka
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Doors: break on thru watch movie watch. I'm grinding my weed ✌️😎🚬✴️🍃. Sometimes the unknown is closer to us than we might think. I would know, as I was unlucky enough to see it. It’s a bit of a long story, but let me try and tell you. It all began with Allie. When Allie was still an energetic little girl, there was an urban legend about the red brick house a few streets over from hers on Academy Avenue. The snotty older kids would whisper a tale that if three people went into the attic of the house at 2 a. m. and performed a "ritual", they would "see demons that lived inside. " All of the children would squeal, snatching glances at the high attic window, and try to scare each other into getting close to the building. Of course, no one had ever been close enough to touch the building, let alone go inside it, since a wiry old man owned the property and would chase away anyone who dared to step on his lawn. Allie could remember one night when some bold teenagers actually broke inside to see the house, but it wasn't long before the cops showed up. All of the neighborhood kids swarmed the teens on the day they came home and asked about the attic. The red-faced teens scoffed and told them it was just dusty and filled with aging mementos. No pale ghosts, no leering demons, no glowing pentagrams, and no haunted Ouija boards. It was just a lonely, old man's attic filled with household goods, like bowls and faded family photos. Everyone trudged home disappointed that day, and no one really seemed to talk about the red house anymore. No one mentioned it in middle school or high school, and all went on with their lives. Last April, Allie's roommate Hannah, a bit of an overly excitable girl, had asked if she wanted to do something fun. Finals were approaching, and Hannah had wanted to enjoy the last few days of freedom before a week of hell began. "Hey, I can't keep studying tonight, I think I pulled a muscle writing all of these notecards. Can we go grab something to eat? I think my brain will shrivel up if I have to read one more sentence on an empty stomach. " Allie sighed. "Didn't you just eat? We only just started working 15 minutes ago. " Her patience was running pretty thin, as Allie wasn't doing too well in some of her classes and was scared to lose her scholarships, but Hannah seemed as chipper as ever. Hannah was a nice girl who meant well, but she didn't have to worry about her grades too much since her well-to-do father was paying, and that endlessly irritated Allie, who had come from a less than fortunate home. "Come on, I only had a snack. I'll pay for your dinner if you walk with me. " Not one to pass up free food, Allie begrudgingly decided to walk halfway across campus to the parking lot where Hannah had parked. It was already dark outside by the time they had left the dorm, so Hannah thought it would be the perfect time to start trying to creep out Allie. "See that building over there? Totally haunted. I heard some guy fell down an elevator shaft and has haunted the place since the seventies. I swear one night when I walked past it, I saw a light turn on in an empty room and-" "How did you know it was empty? " Allie interjected. "Well, look at that decrepit place. There is no way in hell someone lives there! " "Some homeless guy probably broke in to stay there for the night. Not everything is ghosts and ghouls. " Hannah huffed and kept walking, her mood dampened by the ruined atmosphere. "Okay Ms. skeptic, I'll leave you alone if you can tell a better spooky story than me. " She looked at Allie expectantly. Allie hadn't listened to a ghost story since she was little, as she thought they were childish. Hannah often tried to recite one on the weekends, but Allie usually made a lame excuse to leave the room whenever that happened. She quickly searched her memory for any remnant of a legend she could recall. "Uh, have you heard about the clown statue story? " "Are you kidding me? Everyone has heard that story so many times, I could recite it to you word for word. You have to know a better story than that. " Allie scrunched her face up as she tried to remember any ghost story from her foggy childhood. A memory of that red brick house emerged from the corner of her mind. "Shit, wait, do you know that weird red house over on Academy? " "I've driven past it, yeah. What does that have to do with anything? " Hannah gave a questioning look as the two walked. "When I was a kid, there was this rumor that if you went to the attic with two other people and did some ritual, you could see demons or something. There was also this really weird rhyme that went with it. " Hannah's eyes twinkled under the lamplight "No way. We HAVE to do that. I love this kind of creepy stuff, let's do the ritual! " "Uh, hell no? Besides, the old dude who lives there would call the cops if we so much as took one step into his yard. " Allie scoffed. "That old dude is dead by now, and I'm pretty sure that property is abandoned. Let's just drive by it and if it looks like someone lives there, we'll never talk about this again. But if it's abandoned, we're doing that shit. " They hopped in Hannah's shiny Honda, heading over to Academy, but not before grabbing some greasy burgers from a drive-thru. The building stood silent, faded, and empty. A few of the windows were broken and boarded up, confirming what Allie had secretly dreaded; The house really was empty, and she was going to test the old urban legend. Of course, Allie wasn't actually worried about summoning a demon, but rather getting caught for trespassing. Her eyes wandered up to the attic window. It was dusty, but there was no sign of anything supernatural. Allie quickly recalled those dumb teenagers breaking in to find a decrepit attic and not some portal to hell. She smirked at the thought, reminding herself that she only had to appease Hannah for no longer than 30 minutes in that attic. Eventually she would realize that nothing was going to happen and then they could all go home and laugh at how foolish they were. She opened the car door and took one hesitant step. "So how do we start the ritual? " Hannah was tittering to herself in excitement as she opened the door. "Well, in the old legend you needed chalk, to know the rhyme, and a candle. " "Ew, I love it! Hurry, let's stop at Walmart and get the goods. " Hannah pulled her back into the car for a quick shopping run. Allie kept herself calm by reminding herself that this would all be over soon, as the girls quickly gathered their materials, their shoes squeaking on the linoleum when they rushed to return to the car. The night was calm as they parked a block away from the house. It was midnight in suburbia, and the only sound that could be heard was a dog barking a few streets over. The duo walked down the street, the dark windows of the houses gaping at them like hungry maws. Hannah took the lead and headed around to the back of the red house, stumbling through overgrown weeds that wrapped around her ankles and onto the small, wooden back porch as she pried open the door. The faded door opened with a crack, and the girls stood pensively to see if the neighborhood would notice. The street stayed dark, not a single sign of movement from the leering houses. "Come on. Let's check this place out. " Hannah called as he headed inside. Allie stepped into the old house, finding herself in the kitchen, and surveyed the room around her. Stagnant water pooled in the rusty sink as drops of water disturbed the surface with a steady rhythm. Cabinet doors were agape, some even unhinged, with cobwebs adorning the empty shelves. It seemed this place had been left to rot. She made her way into the living room, past the abandoned and musty furniture. She looked to her right to see Hannah heading up to the second floor, quickly double-checking to make sure she had every item needed for the ritual. "Holy shit, come check this out! " Hannah's excited tone grabbed Allie's attention. She scurried up the stairs, past a hallway of locked doors, and up to the attic. "Looks like someone else has been trying spooky stuff up here. " Hannah said, glancing around a bit. There were burnt out candles strewn about the room as well as a few small pieces of old furniture. A large, half-faded circle was drawn on the floor with chalk. Hannah quickly walked over and started sketching a circle over the faded one as she checked her paper with the hand-scribbled ritual instructions that Allie recalled. "Hannah, are you sure about this? This seems a little too far. " Allie was getting more nervous as time ticked on. Hannah ignored her and continued drawing, lighting the candle in the center. Allie felt a little queasy seeing everything coming together. "Alright, all done! Thanks a lot for the help, by the way, " Hannah sarcastically said as she gave Allie a playful side-eye, "Now all we have to do is wait until 2. " Time passed slowly while Allie watched the candle flame as the Hannah huddled close, whispering excitedly. At 1:15 a. m., the flame flickered for a moment. At 1:35 a. m., Hannah started growing restless. Finally, at 1:55 a. m., the duo moved into their assigned positions in the circle. They stood silently, holding hands as if in prayer as they waited. Hannah drew a shaky breath as she prepared to recite whatever rhyming nonsense Allie remembered from the ritual. Everything went quiet as she recited. "Bring us between the seen and unseen, give us the key, take us to the reflected image of our own, lead us down into the unknown. " Hannah's breath hitched as she watched the thin candle flame waver. The girls waited a tense moment. And then waited another. ".. 't something supposed to be happening? We drew the thing, lit the candle, and said the rhyme. Where are the spooky demons and gates to another dimension? " "I told you, it was just a dumb rumor, from like, third grade that someone made up. Let's just go home so I can get a few hours of sleep before class. " Allie sighed, relieved that this was over. She blew out all the candles as Hannah walked back down the stairs to the living room, trudging the whole way. Allie tiptoed to the kitchen, careful not to make too much noise in case someone had seen the flickering of the candles through the attic window and called the cops. She cracked open the back door to make sure no one was outside, but there was nothing and no one. Absolutely nothing. No overgrown grass, no sky, no stars. Nothing. Her eyes could vaguely make out forms moving in the inky blackness, much like when she would put her hand in front of her face in the pitch black of her room at night and her brain made it seem as if she could actually see its vague outline. She stared at the abyss just beyond the back porch. "What the fuck is this? " Hannah pushed past her to look at the porch, eyes wide at the vast emptiness before her. "Hannah, did you get your friends to pull some weird shit or something just to scare me? Because I'm not happy. I want to go home, so cut the bullshit. " "I.... I'm not doing anything. What the fuck is going on? " Hannah's voice quivered. Hannah quickly walked back inside to the kitchen, her features ashen. Allie stormed to the threshold of the living room past her, bile burning the back of her throat. "Hannah, what the fuck? You know I hate scary movies and shit like that, so cut it out! " She turned back to find Hannah staring at her from the kitchen, eyes still wide in shock. Hannah merely shook her head. "I'm not doing anything, I swear. I don't-" Before Hannah could finish, Allie stomped back up the stairs to distance herself. Hannah knew how much she hated being purposefully scared, ever since those frat boys down the street followed her home and knocked on her door all night as she cried into Hannah's shoulder. She looked down at the ground as she felt a slight sting from tears that threatened to fall. Her feet hit the landing of the second floor as she stopped and took a moment to recollect herself. Something didn't feel right. The floor seemed different than she remembered. Had it always been such gnarled, old wood? She looked up to see the interior of a small cabin. There was a small ashen fireplace, a quaint bed, and a wooden door a few feet in front of her. She whipped her head around to look back down the stairs, but the stairs were gone. There was just a small wooden chair where the steps would have - no, should have - been. She slowly turned back to face the small door and saw that she was alone here. Fear gripped her throat as she walked toward the door, realizing that this was no prank by Hannah. She opened the door after a moment of shaky breathing to find that same inky blackness she saw on the porch. The forms and shapes in the distance faded in and out of sight. One of the forms seemed to turn in her direction. It had a thin, humanoid shape began to shamble a few steps closer. It hobbled awkwardly, its form becoming clearer as it came closer, scrawny legs shaking as it gave an attempt to walk. Wispy, darkness still drifted around its head like strands of silk, covering all of its features. It reached its sickly hand up to her, beckoning Allie into the deep dark. She could vaguely see more figures like the other in the void, distorted limbs reaching out desperately to pull her in, just like the one closest to her. She felt nauseated as she stared at this thing, watching it creep closer until it's face had become visible. A head that was a little too elongated, pale skin stretched taught over what seemed to be an open mouth. She couldn't comprehend what it was, and felt paralyzed with panic. It pulled its outstretched fingers back into the palm of its hand and pointed at her. Her ears rang as the other forms in the dark tilted their heads back and pointed, their movements too slow and skin too pale. She felt a wave of panic rise in her chest and finally gathered the strength to scramble back into the wooden cabin, slamming the door behind her. The moment she tried to take a deep breath, she felt like water had filled her lungs. She hit the floor, coughing harshly, a viscous, black fluid getting expelled from her mouth. When she glanced up, she saw something new. Under the small, wooden chair, a hole that was just big enough for her to crawl through had formed, leading back to the top of the stairs. Allie yelled out for Hannah in desperation, but got no reply. The black fluid choked her lungs again and burned her eyes. She crawled on all fours over to the hole while coughing, desperate to escape the cramped cabin that was making her feel like she was drowning. Allie squeezed herself through the small opening, trying to understand what was happening around her as she heard the sound of the cabin door creaking open ever so slightly. She fell back down into the hallway of doors, and managed to stand up. She didn’t dare glance back up behind her to see if what she had heard was true. She rushed headlong downstairs to the living room. "Hannah! Where are you?! Please answer me! " Her voice choked up as she ran back through the living room and into the kitchen, eyes desperately scanning for any sign of her. There was a creak from the second floor, and Allie froze in her tracks, tightly clamping her mouth shut. Her eyes glanced toward the staircase as another small creak echoed. She tiptoed backwards into the kitchen, careful to not bump into anything. She opened the small pantry to find Hannah, features ashen and eyes wide in fear. Allie was about to squeeze herself in the small space when another creak came from the stairs. She whipped her head around to see one of the things from outside shambling down the stairs toward them. Allie glanced at Hannah, feeling panic clamp around her heart. In that moment, she thought only of herself. She quickly turned and ran for the back door. She no longer cared about the dark abyss out there waiting for her. Anything would be better than staying in the godforsaken house. She could outrun those things, she just had to get out. Hannah let out a small cry behind her. She threw open the back door and leaped out, eyes closed against the nothingness soon to engulf her form. She hit the cold, hard ground, the wind immediately knocked out of her. She gasped a moment later and got a mouth full of overgrown grass. Her eyes snapped open and scrambled away from the house. She took in her surroundings and recognized that she was back in her world, the real world, in the backyard of the red house. She whipped her head around to see if the creature had followed. The back door was hanging open, revealing the dusty kitchen and decrepit living room beyond. There was no monster, no void, and no Hannah. Hannah. She had left her in the burning house with that thing. Her stomach tightened and she felt sick. She had left Hannah to die. Allie's instincts screamed at her to run home and never look back, but she knew she had to go back in. Hannah was in there, somewhere. She stumbled to her feet and cautiously walked back into the kitchen of the house. She felt lightheaded as she opened the pantry door, only to find nothing but dust and cobwebs on empty shelves. She slowly walked up the stairs, calling out Hannah’s name in a weak voice. She stopped at the foot of the attic stairs. Every muscle in her body tensed and begged her to run away from this place. She slowly climbed, anticipating to find the dead body of her friend or some disfigured hell spawn waiting for her. She took a deep breath and entered the attic. The chalk circle, now half erased, sat in the center of the floor with the candle blown out. But there was nothing else. Another wave of light-headedness washed over her and she slumped down to the floor, looking at the burnt out candle. Hannah was gone, stuck with whatever that thing was. Allie stumbled back down the stairs and out onto the back lawn, her guilt gnawing at her mind. She could have saved Hannah and she didn't. She wondered how she could ever explain the disappearance of her friend and how she could live with herself, knowing she let someone die. She knew she couldn't. Thoughts flew around her head in a whirlwind. What the hell was this house? Why did a random house in a suburban neighborhood harbor such a secret? What are those creatures? She slowly walked home in a daze. At this point, did it matter? Did anything matter? When she got back to the dorm, she slept. She slept through her days and missed her exams. She slept to forget, but she had nightmares about the house, anyway. She tried to look up information on the house and rituals similar to what they had done, but she kept coming up empty. She would find vague scary stories on forums, but nothing like what she had seen. So she left. She got a room at a motel and continued her research. After about a month and a few missed calls from her family, Allie knew what she had to do. She packed her backpack full of supplies and went looking for an acquaintance who would be dumb enough to follow her to the house. She scribbled a note before shutting the door for anyone who came into her room looking for her after she was gone. “Don't come looking for me, I'm going to try and make a wrong right. Please, If you ever find Academy Avenue and the red brick house, stay away. You'll lose something there. ” And that’s where my story begins, although I didn't find out about her story until it was too late to turn back. She simply told me about a story from her childhood, and how fun it would be to see if it was real. It takes two to complete the ritual, after all.

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