Cluelessly Doomed

Cluelessly Doomed

I can't for the life of me understand what possessed me to go to that old, abandoned house in the first place. But I did, and as I peeked through the pane-less window frame, I saw an image of the lover I had thought dead, frozen in a shattered mirror. So, what's a girl to do but go home and wait for dark, before returning to investigate?

Now, under a full moon on Halloween night, I find myself walking down Elm Street, past the old, haunted cemetery and shudder at the thought of anybody stupid enough to enter into that place tonight. I hurry on back to the old house where earlier, I had spotted my dead lover. I climb through the windowless frame, falling onto the floor. As I pull the masses of spider webs off my face, I notice a table in the center of the room. On this table lay an old, dusty book beside a ouija board. As usual, my innocent curiosity has kicked in and I skitter over to have a look, forgetting about the broken mirror. I pick up the book titled "Demon Summoning", and start reading aloud from the pages, when suddenly, the planchette on the ouija board starts moving and the voice of my dead lover calls to me from the basement. Startled, I put the book into my backpack and make my way down dark, creaking stairs. There, I find it cluttered — full of looming shadows from behind every nook and cranny, and lined up on a counter, chainsaws, axes, machetes, meat hooks and various torturing devices.

Feeling a bit uneasy now, I take the "Pocket Halloween Survival Guide, Condensed Version" from my pocket and flip to the index page, running my finger down the list, pondering what to do next.

"Hmmmmm.... think, Sandy, think..." I say to myself.

Monsters... Vampires.... Werewolves....

"No, no, that's not what I need," I mutter, continuing to search.

Portals to Hell... Graves, Tombs and Crypts... Ghosts and Haunted Houses....

"Hmmm...maybe," then I continue on down the list
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Evil spirits and exorcisms... DNA tampering...Glowing eyes...Dos and Don'ts...FAQ...

"Yeah, I'll start with the Dos and Don'ts," I decide, thoughtfully.

Do go to fun parties hosted by people you know.
Don't go into abandoned houses beside cemeteries in the dark, but if you do, carry a weapon at all times.
Do wear appropriate clothing... and ladies, don't wear flimsy negligees.

I shiver as a chilling breeze finds it way up under my little, pink nighty. "Damn," I mumble to myself.

Do carry a flashlight.
Don't carry a candle.

I look down at my stub of a candle with it's flame precariously flickering in the breeze, "Well heavens, I should have read this guide before I left tonight!"
I decided right then and there, for safety's sake, I'd finish reading my "Pocket Halloween Survival Guide, Condensed Version" in its entirety, before doing anything else.

Do not read aloud from demon summoning books.
Don't take things from the dead.
Don't go looking for the voice of a dead lover in the basement.
If ANYTHING out of the ordinary happens, run like hell!

POOF, the flame on my candle dies, plunging me into the black depths of the basement. I sigh and roll my eyes.
"How am I ever going to get this book read, now?" I grumble, as I reach my hands out and start groping the darkness, aimlessly.


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