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The Secret Adventurer's Club (Part 10 Last)

 
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The little group huddled closer together. Anxious eyes turned in her direction and Finny could feel them boring into the back of her head.

“It’s okay. At least we can see more better.” She pointed down the tunnel. “Look, there’s all these doors to search.”

The boys murmured cautious agreement, bravado winning out for the moment. Finny moved carefully forward, placing her feet so as to avoid standing on the broken fluorescent tubes. They reached the first door.

Oddly, although a perfectly normal door, it had been painted so as to look like it was made from stout planks and had fake oldie-worldie hinges and a latch. They looked at each other and shrugged. Then Finny lifted the latch and pulled open the door.

It wasn’t the huge candelabra with the fake flickering candles that caused the quartet of wide-eyed, jaw dropping looks of horror that would haunt their nightmares for the next few weeks. Nor was it the fake brazier with the ‘real flame’ effect plastic coals. Or the sconces on the ‘stone effect ‘painted walls. It wasn’t even the weird, six feet tall ‘X’ shaped thing with the handcuff things on the corners. It probably wasn’t even the chains hanging from the ceiling with big hooks on the end. No, it was none of these, although they certainly co-starred in the nightmares yet to come. It was the shiny rubber gimp suit, hanging from a hanger, all slashed to ribbons and with the blank black stare of the round glass lenses staring at them that did it. Yup, definitely the gimp suit.

Finny slammed the door shut again and all four brave adventurers put their backs to it. Casper turned to the others.

“I don’t think I like the special place.”

Finny swallowed.

“So, does anyone want anything from in there then?”

“Nuh huh.”

“No thanks.”

“Pass.”

“Good. I don’t think we could have…”

Casper grabbed her arm and whispered hoarsely.

“What was that?”

Breathing was temporarily suspended.

“What was what?” Finny whispered back.

From further down the tunnel came the unmistakeably definite, no questions asked, absolutely the sound of thin glass crunching under something heavy and probably boot shaped. As one, four heads, reluctantly but inexorably, turned to look.

In the hellishly painted red tunnel, somewhere between them and the sputtering fluorescent light at the far end, everyone saw the new and gimp shaped shadow.

“AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The four brave adventurers turned and fled back the way they had come, back up the stairs and into the saloon. Finny slammed the door shot, holding it shut with both hands.

“Quick! Block the door with furniture an’ stuff!”

Onetooth and Worms looked at each other and then set to, pushing tables and chairs into a pile in front of the door. Casper, who had come to a halt much closer to the office and the hole they had come in through hesitated for, well, a little longer. Long enough to calculate his chances of getting to the hole and safety before the monster, which would inevitably have long claws and flesh-tearingly sharp teeth, burst through whatever barricade they built. Coming to the conclusion that Finny would probably be all ‘Finny’ about it and attack the thing, Casper estimated his chances were good enough to go back and give the others a hand.

And so the barricade grew until the door, and even the winking woman sign, were totally hidden behind a mountain of tables and chairs. Finny, hands on hips, stepped back to check their handiwork.

“Okay,” she panted. “That should hold him.”

The rest joined her. Together getting their collective breath back while reassuring each other that an army couldn’t get through all that in, like, forever. Even so, there was always the slim possibility… That it could.

“Right!” said Finny, seeing thee doubt starting to creep in. “Let’s get our stuff an’ get out.” She checked her watch, lips silently moving as she calculated the numbers. “It’ll be four ock-lockers soon.”

Four ock-lockers, (oddly usually around three-thirty) was the mid afternoon snack for the inmates. Usually a jam or cheese sandwich. On rare occasions some kind of slab cake. But always with a plastic mug of tea. Tea because… Joe.

Not wasting any time about it and with many a suspicious glance to the furniture mountain, they gathered up all their loot and piled it into trash bags from the kitchen. With everything, even down to the two litre jar of bar-B-cue sauce, safely accounted for. They shuffled, under the sheer bulk of it all, into the office.

Onetooth and Worms climbed through the hole into the alley while Finny and Casper passed through the loot. Once all was safely outside, Casper scrambled through also. Finny did one last check to make sure they hadn’t left anything. She frowned. Her drawing had moved. Other fingers, bigger fingers, had left their mark in the dust. An uncomfortable feeling settled onto Finny’s shoulders, along with an overwhelming desire not to be here anymore. She lost no time in pulling herself up and through the hole in the wall. The bright sunshine warmed her face and melted away the unpleasant feeling.

“Listen.”

The boys turned to look at her.

“We don’t tell anyone about where we got all this. Even if you’re tortured. Okay?”

The four of them put their hands together and solemnly swore.

And so the ‘Secret’ part of the yet un-named Adventurer’s Club was established.

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Hyle Troy's picture

(( ohh I loved that !   well done !

I would rather die peacefully in my sleep, like Grandad, than screaming, like his passengers



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