Fear Pitch Black: Cataclysmic

Emmeranne looked at her, “Reagan please you must take it.” she shouted.

Reagan tasted the nasty sour dry red soup. She felt awful and vomited on her right side. Once then she coughed six times. Her eyes were dripping water that went on the floor.

Daybreak walked back to the kitchen room. She started to head over to the sink and washed the blood on the knife. The room was dark with lights flickering. She looked at the knife and examined it. Daybreak used her left hoove and rubbed the towel on the knife. The knife shone while her eyes glowed in the dark. She placed the knife in the sink two where the dry stuff are. There were some plates and some bones out of the sink on the right. She turned around, used her left hoof, and scrapped the leftovers in the dark plastic bag. Once then she walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs.

Emmeranne kept giving Reagan the food. She heard the hoove steps that walked upstairs. She turned her head and saw the chef was headed to bed. She sighed and placed thoughts in her head that there could only be one way to feed Reagan. It can only be led to a sweet taste with white cream.

Reagan had been looked at by Emmeranne. Emmeranne has spoken to her, “We should get ready for breakfast but now you should get some rest.”

Emmeranne placed the bowl back on the table along with the item she had. Once then she helped Reagan to upstairs. The floor creaked while they went up. The dark halls are stained with blood. They both turned to their left and headed four doors down the hallway. Pictures and rare expensive vases were down the left hallway. Emmeranne walked to the door and opened it with her magic as it glowed blue.

There was a bit of dust when the door opened. It made the creek sound while it opened three-quarters of the way. Emmeranne helped Reagan to the bed. Reagan started to shut her eyes as Emmeranne tucked her in.

Reagan felt something strange. She sat in a chair and looked at the wall. Once then she turned her head to the left and saw Ursula Blackwood. Ursula turned her head to the right as she looked at Reagan.

”Oh, so it’s you, Reagan. How is Emmeranne holding up?” She slightly tilted her head to the right with her eyes shut. She had that weird smile on her face. Her mouth started to gush out red. She coughed three times.

“I met with Emmeranne but I think I passed out and ended up here. For some reason, however, I just don’t know why the taste was so awful. My heart began to pound at that moment. It was the taste of flesh.” She looked down and spoke, “I tasted a pony flesh.” She then started to cry.

The clock had started to tick tock behind Reagan. She started to notice and looked behind her. However, she never heard that sound until now. The clock started to gush out blood. The cracks in the walls started to pour red liquid onto the ground. She turned her head back to Ursula Blackwood.

“Dear, Reagan if you found Emmeranne Grim it means that you must find her sister.”

Ursula got up as the blood started to fill halfway in the room. She shut her eyes as her body turned to stone. Reagan saw it happen right in front of her. Her heart began to race as the room kept filling up.

Reagan heard a whisper in her left ear, “Come play with me. The unicorn smiled. Reagan saw a weird-looking ghost with blood dripping down from her eyes. So far all she could see was a purple mane that was hitting the light toward her. Some kind of blue fur with that evil laughter.

The room started to shrink and Reagan felt tight among the bars. No breathing room she wiggled and screamed. Her neck was pressed against the wall. Her bones started to crack. Her heart began to pump deep as she held her breath as long as she could.

The ghost whispered in her left ear, “I’ll meet you near the darkroom. I’ll be waiting.” She smiled and laughed.