The Painting

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The Painting

Status: In Progress

The Painting

Book by: Nite Owl

Genre: Horror

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Book by: Nite Owl

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Genre: Horror

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Chapter2 (v.1) - In The End

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 11, 2016

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Wendi wasn't herself anymore after that night. In Rayna's eyes, she didn't seem upset at all by the  sudden tragic death of Brian's friend, Terry either. Lisa cut ties with Wendi, for she knew the truth. Somehow Wendi managed to compel an entire room full of people to ignore Terry's choking and let him die on the floor of that diner. The whole time she had screamed for help, she caught the cruel evil smile Wendi gave her before walking out.

Rayna herself was starting to get a little creeped out by Wendi herself. After Halloween had passed, Wendi was able to somehow acquire that dreadful looking painting that was from the fright house. She hung it in her room after ripping down everything else she'd had on her wall previously. And day after day, Wendi stared into the painting watching the faces in the dark, move around freely and whisper to her.

Rayna voiced her worries to Brian, who in turn promised to do something to help. He would find out where the guys had gotten the painting from. He knew a few of them, so he hoped at least one would help him get answers.

A guy named Roland who studied the dark arts got hold of Brian and told him to return the painting back to him, and he would be able to help them. Brian warned him of his and Rayna's suspicions that Wendi may be possessed.

"All the more reason for you to bring it back to me. The longer it stays in her hands, the more the evil spirits within the painting will control her and be able to cross over into our world.This isn't fun and games, this painting was never supposed to end up at the fright house" Roland advised them.

Brian didn't bother asking the obvious question- then where. He just didn't want to know. So Rayna tried inviting her out. Wendi's parents had went away for the weekend, and Mark was busy working. Brian thought if Rayna kept Wendi busy, he could get into her house and get it out. Roland was waiting for him in his car in front of the house.

The girls had went to the movies, But Wendi's attention was not on the show, but what she knew was taking place at her house that very moment. She glanced one last time at Rayna figuring she would deal with her later, turning her attention back to the screen and willed herself out of there. She had to stop Brian at all costs.Who was he anyway to be sneaking around her house?

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Brian walked quietly as he could up the stairs, and began opening doors to all the rooms down the hall, till he got to Wendi's room and found her ghastly redone bedroom. She had painted the walls black and boarded up the windows from the inside. The room was trashed with the furniture thrown up against one wall.

Brian's skin began to crawl with the sickening feeling he was not alone in the room. He felt very nauseous and fought off throwing up. He stood in front of the picture and began trying to take the picture down, when something on both sides of the frame pierced his hands all the way thru. He hollered and let go right away to stare at the palms of his hands with deep puncture holes in them, bleeding profusely. He backed away and bumped into someone standing directly behind him.

"Hello Brian, you've come to see me privately?" it was Wendi's voice echoed by the most evilest voice he'd ever heard. It chuckled behind him, and made him turn to face it.

"Wendi, please don't do this!! I'm begging you, me and Rayna are trying to help you. Don't let this thing control you".

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Roland felt something was very wrong in the house. Brian should have been out by now. He grabbed his little black book and got out of the car, while shoving the book in his back pocket. As he began to walk his way up to the house, Mark's car blazed into the driveway, giving Roland just a passing glance, assuming he was there for Wendi.

She sure has picked up quite a few freaky looking friends lately, hopefully it's just a phase, he thought to himself. Mark threw open the door and began to call out for Wendi.

"Aye chic, are you home? You got someone coming to the door for you" he called out as he began to run up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Brian was already being held up by his throat against the closet door next to the bedroom door. He managed to yell for help as Wendi stood in front of him smiling at him, while he was suspended in the air.

Mark heard Brian's call for help wondering who the heck was in his house. He headed straight for his sister's room, when the door flew open. He jumped back out of the way, in time to see this guy fly past him, flipping over the railing and falling onto the first floor landing.

"WHAT THE HELL !!" he yelled. Wendi walked out of the room and confronted Mark with a grin. Mark turned to look at this ugly, evil, sick version of his sister."Wendi?"

"Hello brother", she replied.

Roland had snuck quietly into the house and was hiding so Wendi could not see him. He had pulled out his black book and began reading and reciting passages from it.

Wendi picked up Mark by his throat and sent him flying back down the hall from which he came. He slid into one of the rooms as she slammed the door closed with such force, the door cracked thru the middle of the panel into an outward position. He was locked in.

"Stay there!!" she muttered and slowly made her descent down the stairs to look for Roland. She heard the loud thumping of his terrified heart, as she walked into the family room and threw open the ddouble doors to a closet. Roland had all but completed reciting one word that would send this beast inside Wendi back to where it came from.

"There you are, and hiding at that!!" she cackled "you called me here, now you want to send me back?" she scolded as she moved her index finger in his face from side to side.

"Not good Roland,what you don't realize is you're coming back with me. Not this little girl who's body I inhabit, she didn't invite me here, you did !!".

"Amen" Roland whispered.

Her face began to contort and snarl as her body was vaccumed backwards, the house began to tremble and shake. Wendi flew backwards up the stairs, back into the room and up against the painting.The demon sucked out of her and back in where it belonged. When it had exited Wendi's body, she came crashing down to the floor hitting her head against the dresser. Rubbing her head, she struggled to sit up.

Roland appeared at her side to assist her up. "Who are you?" she asked.

"A friend" he answered as he kneeled by her side and began to wipe the blood from her head gash with the tail end of his shirt.

A door opened down below then a female's voice called up as the sound of footsteps came running up the stairs. Rayna came to be at her friend's side.

"Wendi, what happened? You just got up and walked out of the movie. What happened to Brian?" she cried. She knew the answers already, but couldn't grasp the truth that laid all around her.

Roland pulled the painting off the wall, and walked out of the room with it. Rayna helped Wendi to her feet and followed Roland out of the house, into the front yard. He threw it on the grass, and went to his car to retrieve something.The girls held onto each other quietly as they watched him.

He returned with lighter fluid and popped the top. He placed it between his legs and squeezed the fluid to squirt all over the painting mimicking as if he was pissing on it. Then tossing it to the side, he lit a match and tossed it onto the soaked painting. It roared into flames as they watched it burn.

"It's done", he told the girls. They turned sadly and walked into the house. Wendi had to prepare to make the most difficult phone call of her life. Rayna went to Brian's side and felt his pulse on his neck.

"Wendi, call an ambulance, he's hurt only, he's not dead!!" she squealed excitedly as she began to talk to him in a low voice offering comfort till the ambulance arrived.

Mark kicked at the bedroom door he was locked in, repeatedly kicking till the door gave in and fell open."What the hell happened here?" he yelled looking around the house with a dazed expression.

Before anyone could answer, they heard a terrified scream. All 3 ran out the door in time to see Roland being pulled by his foot, into the burnt painting by a hand of an animal with claws as sharp as razors. They watched in horror as the meat on his back was being ripped open as it clawed to pull him back.

He pulled at the grass trying desperately to pull himself back up, until the beast came out and covered Roland's backside with the weight of it's own, and yanked him back the rest of the way. in.

 


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