Lethal Confessions
Twelve

After what felt like hours later Sophia raised her head up to see Cassandra totally buried in some leather notebook.

"What's that?"

"Found it in the medicine cabinet. I'd say it is a pretty interesting read."

"Does it tell of any way to escape this place?"

"No but —" Cassandra began.

"Then I'm not interested." Sophia quickly interjected. She rested her head against the wall and sighed. "We've been at this since for hours and I'm tired and hungry. The only thing I've had that is close to food is those beers we drank earlier and I don't even know if it's still night or morning."

Cassandra put down the book. "The only way we can leave this room is when we get some form of signal that it is safe."

Sophia chuckled. "Are you listening to yourself? Signal? What, are you expecting Philip to come and knock the door any minute from now and announce that he is sane and that it's okay for us to leave? Really?"

"That's not what I mean."

"Then what exactly do you mean? If we don't get out on our own we might as well spend our entire lives here, because no one is going to give us a sig..."

The lights suddenly went out.

"Don't move." Sophia ordered immediately.

Seconds passed in silence and then she heard scratching sounds. "I told you to be still."

Cassandra's voice came in a tremble. "That wasn't me."

Sophia's heart began to pound and she gulped. There was definitely a reasonable explanation, maybe it was a mouse or a rat. Apart from that the only one who could make such noises was... She violently shook her head; that was impossible.

The scratching became louder, followed by sounds of cracking bones and the tearing of what sounded like flesh. Then suddenly the lights came on again and what the girls saw made their blood run cold.

Cassandra skittered to Sophia's side in a split second just as the lights began to flutter .

The fluttering of the lights made it much worse to watch, like a horror movie in slow motion. Alexandra, who was supposed to be dead, was now lifting herself up - a zombie from its grave - and with every move she made came the painful sound of bone cracking. The scratching finally stopped once she was up.

Then she began to trudge towards them, one foot placed unsteadly in front of the other. The blood had plastered her hair to her face and they could see the nasty wound in her torso clear as day. Her arms were gone, the site were they used to be roughened as if they had been ripped off. She walked towards them in a zombie-like manner and muttered the words, "Help me. Please help me. Please. Help. Me." with every step she took.

"That's it!" Sophia shouted in a fit of anger. She stood up and without as much as a second thought smashed her arm into the mirror breaking it into shards. She grabbed the biggest one and pointed it at Alexandra, brandishing it.

"I'm not going to let a dead backstabber ruin my life. You should just stay dead." Then with one swipe of the glass, she managed to slice Alexandra's face. Blood began to seep out of the gash but it didn't seem to faze Alexandra who went on as usual and tried to bite at them. With another swipe, another and another, she managed to cut through Alexandra's neck which had her head slanting over and hanging loosely, also spraying blood on them. And then Sophia kicked her and she fell over and into the bathtub hitting her head in the process.

They watched on quietly, waiting for a sign of movement but she was still, her body slumped in the tub.

"Well," Sophia huffed. "there's your signal. I don't care about what you said earlier, I'm leaving this place. I'm not going to wait for her to resurrect again and kill me."

"You need to take care of that." Cassandra pointed to her bloody arm. "I think I saw some first aid supplies in the cabinet."

"No need. It'll waste our time. I'll just use this." She took up a discarded cloth from the ground and wrapped it around her arm, allowing Cassandra to tie it into a knot. "Much better."

She washed her weapon, then walked to the door and placed her hand on the bolt. "You ready?" Cassandra nodded and she unbolted it. Slowly so as not to make a sound she opened it and peered into the bedroom.

Everything was as it had been, except one thing: John's body was gone. And the lights there too were unstable. Sophia walked out followed by Cassandra and they tiptoed to the door. Sophia slowly nudged it open and scanned the hallways, Cassandra spying over her shoulder. The problem with the lights was with the whole house.

"Where's John's body?" Cassandra whispered into her ear.

"How am I supposed to know? Wasn't I locked up in the bathroom with you earlier?" Sophia whispered back.

"Do you think that, Philip, has eaten him?"

Sophia gawked at her. "You're kidding, right? Seriously? Eaten?"

"You saw him. Anyone with those kind of eyes is capable of anything."

"Forget it. You're messed up." She scanned the hallways again. "The coast is clear, follow me and don't make a sound."

Cassandra nodded and did as she was told. They tiptoed out of the room and down the hallway, careful not to make even the tiniest sound. The cabin was dead silent although there was a heavy downpour outside.

The journey was nerve racking. All the lights lining the walls went on and off and were casting frightening shadows and doing nothing to ease their uneasiness. The hallway appeared to stretch on for hours and with every step they took - they knew - brought them closer to either their deaths or freedom, hopefully the latter.

Nearing the end of the hallway, Sophia placed a finger on her lips as a signal to Cassandra to keep quiet. Then she turned and gave a loud gasp.

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