I’ve never seen any human being move the way they moved when they darted out of my room. I hear four different voices echo through out the building as they excited the house, slamming the door. When did Harry wake up? I sat there on the bed for a few minutes, absorbing the new information I had just received.

Louis got into a wreck. He must have been seriously speeding to get onto the road to hit another vehicle. Or did he? I never thought about that before. Was the road as far away as I thought it was or was the woods around front thick enough to hide it from me? Was it miles away like I had thought or was it just a ten minute run from the front door?

I knew it would be useless to even think it was possible but I found myself wondering through the house, towards the front door. My small hand gripped the cool metal, giving it a twist just for it to jerk to a stop. So, they didn’t forget to lock it. That makes since, with my luck and all. An idea sparks in my mind but it was accompanied by doubt as I walked back down the hall to Harry’s bedroom. I eyed the ceiling, finding the shortened string. Why do they always have to make thing difficult?

After dragging a random chair into the hallway, I stood on my tiptoes to grab the string. I give it a tug and quickly get off the chair, shoving it backwards out of the way. The ladder came flying down, my hands barely catching it before it crashed into the floor, sure enough to leave a tell-tell mark from my second try at an escape.

Gently putting the end on the floor, I made my way up the ladder, not believing my luck so far. I would have thought they would have taking the ladder away or just glued the attic door shut. Did they think that I wouldn’t try again? I seriously hope they aren’t that stupid. Well, never mind. I seriously hope they are that stupid. It would make my life easier.

I plant my foot at the top of the stairs, looking around just incase. You never know with these guys. They could be lying to me and Louis could be hiding up here somewhere to see if I would try to leave again. Once I seen the coast was clear, I walked further into the room, looking around. Boxes filled with random stuff was lined up against the wall, along with a dresser and a four-drawer filing cabinet.

I spot the closet I was looking for, marching straight for it. I yank on the door, surprised to see it fly open instead of nearly breaking my wrist from locked. I can’t help but get my hopes up as I race up the small stairway, my heart beating with excitement as I reach the top. I feel a small smile start as I come to the top, my fingers locking around the door.

I twist and shove forward, hurting my chest as I go nowhere. No! I twist it harder and push on the door, seeing that it was true. The door didn’t move and wasn’t going to move. I look around the door frame, seeing the problem. They had concreted it shut. Bits of gray rock poked out from the edges of the door, proving that it was forever shut.

My heart dropped and I sank to the floor. I had so much hope. I’m so close to escaping that it hurts to be on the wrong side of the door. They did this on purpose. They knew the first time I got the chance that I would try again. Instead of making it obvious that I wasn’t getting out, they got my hopes up.

They knew I would be excited about the attic door being open, that they hadn’t permanently taken it away from me. They knew this would be the one to hurt the most. Being so close to something you want so bad and not being able to grasp it in your hands. I blink away my tears and stand on my feet. I wipe at my face just in case any managed to be more successful at escaping than I am and make my way slowly down the stairs.

I seriously thought my luck had changed for once. My bad luck gone, that I had traded with someone else. Apparently not. I close the bottom door tightly, pushing on it to be sure it wouldn’t give me away. I place my back against it, huffing as I looked around. Why is all this crap up here anyway? Don’t they all have places to live? Why would they keep this here? That is, unless they don’t want it to be found.

I edge towards the boxes, eyeing the one on top before gently pulling it open. To my surprise it held various school objects. A deep purple book bag was on top, hiding things beneath it. I bravely take it out, placing it gently on the box next to it before digging deeper. There was different notebooks, labeled with classes and sorted by color. Loose paper and writing utensils were at the very bottom. The very top piece of paper had a name scribbled into it. Miranda. Is this her things? I frowned and placed the stuff back in its original place, closing it.

I moved on to the box beside it, surprised to see different things. A big black leather purse was on top this time, taking me by surprise. I don’t know why I thought I would see another book bag. I looked underneath, finding what must have been in the large bag. Different things like check books, random pieces of paper and cosmetics were scattered in the bottom of the box. I frowned as I came across another piece of paper with a name written on it. Rebecca.

My heart beat a little faster and something just didn’t feel right. Why would they have all of this up here, in boxes? How did they even get them? I put everything back in its place and closed the box, stepping back away from it. I don’t feel right going through those.

Instead, I moved on to the filing cabinets. I pushed the little button down and slid open the top drawer, pulling out the first thing my hands grabbed. It was a thick file, the last name Johnson written across the tab in neat writing. I flipped the cover back, frowning as I find a bunch of different paper work. What’s all this? I go through it slowly, trying to find something that could clue me in on why they have this up here.

My searches stop as my eyes land on the key to it all. It’s a home made personal information sheet. It had just about everything on there. My eyes darted to the top, finding a name. Rebecca Johnson. Is this the girl that the purse belonged to? I put that one back and shut that drawer to squat down and open the last one. I picked out a few more random ones from the back, naming them Rachael Stanford and Kylie Sexton before putting them back and snagging the first file.

My eyes widen as I find my name scribbled down on the top of the sheet. It had everything about me on this one little paper. From my birthday and allergies to how tall I am and my weight. The weight was probably wrong by now, since they’ve been starving me and all that mess.

It was in that moment when it all clicked together. The files, the information the boxes of girl stuff. This was all from past victims. Reminders. Souvenirs from each one. I shoved the file back into the drawer and kicked int closed, wiping my hands frantically on my shirt. That’s discussing! Who would do something like that?

It’s bad enough to do what they did to them, but keep their stuff. It isn’t that big but somehow adding everything up, it’s gross. Revolting. Nasty. Just move on. Well, er, don’t move on, move on just.. Why keep evidence that they were here? Are they seriously that cocky that they will never get caught?

I quickly make my way over to the ladder, nearly breaking my neck trying to get down from that awful room. I shove the ladder back up and use all my strength to shut the door that opened it all up to me. After the chair was back in the place where I got it from, I go back to Harry’s room and curl up on the bed, trying not to think.

Those poor girls. Not only were they tortured and killed, their stuff was kept as mementos. My head throbbed as I shut my eyes.

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I jolt up as I hear a door slam and feet stomp through out the house. I quickly get up and make my way out into the hallway, rubbing my eyes. My head ache as eased of, thank goodness but now my stomach was growling again. Maybe I can convince them to give me another sandwich.

I round the corner, about to sweeten them up a bit by asking about Louis before asking about the food but the words didn’t make it past my throat. I came face to face with another girl. I knew my eyes were wide because I could see my reflection in her eyes.

Her green eyes were wide and bright with unshed tears, her cheeks flushed and pink. Her long dark hair was tangled and a mess, hanging down to her waist. A white sweater hung loosely around her average frame, her jeans tight and a deep navy blue. Her lips were full and red, a small nose with a heart shaped face. This girl was beautiful and she wasn’t even wearing any makeup lucky girl.

“Oh. Amelia, meet Damon. She will be your new room mate.” Liam said casually as he walked in behind her.

I wanted to tell her to run but she had no where to go. She’s stuck here now, just like me. Liam grabbed her upper arm, tugging her back away from me.

“Why?” I managed to choke out as he drug her away from me.

“Because we can’t touch you.” Zayn snapped, appearing from the front hallway.

I cringed as she began to whimper, small screams building up to loud ones as she began to fight back. I blinked back the tears as she cried out for help, her green eyes wide with fear as Liam wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off of the floor. She locked eyes with me, silently pleading with me to help her.

I’m frozen in place, my body dying to help her. To throw myself at Liam and fight to get her loose. I wanted to help, but fear kept me in place. Shock kept me in place. Tears ran down her eyes as she was toted off, making her cheeks red and her voice rang out loud as she cussed Liam for all he’s worth. At least she still has the courage to do that.

I’m still frozen in place as Zayn makes his way over to me, standing almost toe to toe as he leaned forward, his hot breath tickling my neck as he spoke to me.

“Don’t think just because we got a new play toy that I won’t get my turn.” He promises, placing a kiss on my cheek before turning away and following after Liam.

Harry rounds the corner, followed by a tired looking Louis. Harry’s eyes made contact with mine and his stance changes. He went from trying to help Louis to looking around the room for danger. He takes a step toward me but I step back, finally free of that hold.

“Amelia..” Harry starts, his tone tense and serious.

I shake my head at him before turning and running down to the hall towards Harry’s room. I flung open the door before slamming it shut, diving onto the bed. I grabbed the pillow but couldn’t cover my ears fast enough before the start of the true screams of fear and pain echoed through the house.

Notes

Wow… I almost cried just thinking about how I would react in a situation like that… that was a very dark chapter… Any who.. I hope you enjoy the update!

oh. and one more thing.

I don't know why, but I feel like a lot of people think it's just @onedindahouse that is writing this fan fiction but it's not just her putting everything she's got into this story. I am also. I don't think a lot of people pay attention enough to notice that this story it co-authored and that bothers me. I'm sorry if I come off like I want attention, that's not it. I just want to be appreciated and to be noticed just as much as the next person. Sorry, but I needed to say that.

Now. I love each and everyone of you, I hope you enjoy the update!!!


-M xoxo

aka @hazzahstyles19 :)