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Morticia Pt. 7
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Donaldson arrived at the Kiltner Mansion and looked around. Swiftly he unlocked the front gate. Pushing them open wide, he went back to the car and drove it just far enough to stop, and close them again. As he proceeded on, he looked around on his own while he drove. The place gave him the creeps. He had seen most of the woods and the property before when he was with his partner, but the dark had made it different somehow. Donaldson drove a little ways past the mansion, to the far side. Off to the right there was a small clearing in the woods, which he pulled the car into and parked it there. Shutting off the engine, he stepped out and looked at the landscape. The path lead somewhere, but he wasn’t sure where. Walking towards the woods along the path, he noticed that it went for sometime and then there was another clearing, and this time, Donaldson was surprised to see what was in there: A set of railroad tracks. Donaldson came out of the clearing and out onto the railroad tracks and looked both ways. No one in sight, just the wind at his back. It began to pick up and blow faster and faster, whipping the trees and the grass into froth. Donaldson turned his head into the wind and faintly heard a voice. “Teeeeeeeeeeeeeed! Where are you!? Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.” He turned back towards the path and began to walk back through the woods. As he walked the path back to the mansion, the voice got louder and louder. “Teeeeeeeeeeeeeed, where are you? I’m lost without you! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllp meeeeee!!” “Virginia?!” “Hellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllp!!” “Ginny, where are you, baby?!” Donaldson shouted as he ran out of the woods and across the lawn on the rear side of the house. He began running feverishly over the lawn until he reached the entrance of the hedge labyrinth. He heard the voice again of his long lost wife. This time further away. “Where are you Ginny?” he asked out loud, as the basement door to the mansion creaked open just a little bit. “I’m in the basement, hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!” Donaldson drew his Glock and crept towards the door. With the muzzle of the gun, he pressed the door all the way open and walked inside. ***** Donaldson began looking around the basement of the mansion, and drew his flashlight in one hand as he held his Glock in the other. The basement was dingy was a lot of cobwebs, and old shelves. He continued on entering the next room that he saw which was attached to the first. It too had more shelves and things on the shelf. At the end of the room was a door that he opened and walked through. Apparently, he had entered some sort of hallway, with a few doors on each side of it. He tried the first door which was locked, and then the second was locked too. He came to a door that had four panes of glass in it, which were all dusted and cobwebbed over. This one was open. He entered the new room. Inside was a room that mimicked a coroner’s office. There were stainless steel tables, with the drains in them. There were also storage freezers that were on the wall 3x3. Donaldson shivered a bit as the temperature of this room had to be in the low 40’s. There was a stainless steel cart in front of him that used to be used for something medical, but he didn’t know what. Donaldson swept the room with the flashlight to see if it was occupied. When he returned back to his start point, he jumped. The cart now had a full compliment of surgical instruments on it. Most of them were blood soaked, and it was recent. He reached down to touch the scalpel, when a soft whisper came from the middle of the room. “Tedddddddy…” He turned quickly, and saw the table in the middle of the room, which now had a body on top of it. Ted knew that that was not there a moment ago. He walked over to it and drew his gun. It was a badly charred body of a person that was rather average sized. Scanning the room again, he walked to the wall of freezers and checked the locks that were on the outsides. All of them were locked. He turned to walk to the other side of the room and the bottom freezer’s lock began to slide open. The door opened out into the room slowly but out of Ted’s sightline. He returned to the charred person, who had been dead a long, long time. He stared at it for some time, until its eyes opened. It smiled at him and whispered his name. It was the voice he had been hearing all along, calling him to his death. Ted didn’t see him take one of the surgical instruments off of the table, as he thrusted it upwards and lodged it in Ted’s shoulder. Ted screamed in agony, dropping his gun and staggering backwards, when he was met with another precision blow, this time across the backs of his ankles, severing his Achilles’ Tendons. Ted dropped to the floor, as the corpse on the table began to rise. Ted turned his head sideways and was met with a scream from a corpse that made its way out of the freezer on the bottom. It held a scalpel in its left hand. It took another swing at Ted and sliced his left arm. Ted scrambled and scratched to get away from the beings but he couldn’t get on his feet. He crawled towards the corner, towards his gun, closer and closer. The being on the floor just about had Ted’s shoe when Ted reached the Glock and whipped it in the direction of the corpse on the floor and pumped two shots into its head. Its head broke apart and dark burgundy jelly poured out of it. He turned to fire at the corpse on the table, but it wasn’t there. Ted looked all around, and did not see it anywhere. He crawled on his stomach back to the table, and finally made it. Behind him, the freezer doors began popping open one at a time, and the bodies began crawling out of them. Donaldson used the exam table to get himself vertical enough to turn. He then shot each of them in the head as they made their way towards him. As it seemed that they had ceased coming out for a bit, he held on to the table and tried to put his feet on the floor. Just as the soles of his feet touched the tiles, something appeared behind him, but it was too late for him to react. It was all black and charred, and it swiftly grabbed Donaldson by the shoulders, drew him back a little and bit him on the right shoulder deeply. Donaldson screamed in agony, as he used the butt of his pistol against the temple of the crispy man, knocking a hole in the side of his skull. The impact and the pain of the bite sent Donaldson onto his feet hard, too hard for his severed ankles to handle and he fell backwards towards the freezers. As he fell one of them on the third row opened quickly striking Donaldson in the face as he fell. Donaldson was almost unconscious as he hit the floor. His gun went skidding away to the other side of the room, as more of the freezers began to open. More corpses came out. Out of the door that hit Donaldson came a man that was dressed in a white lab coat, who looked dead for some time. As he put his feet on the floor one by one, he stood, arched his back and looked around the room. Hearing Donaldson whimper on the floor, he looked down and saw him there. The man that, in life, must have been a doctor, rushed Donaldson and grabbed him by the shirt, picking him up off of the floor, and ramming his head into the freezer. He then lifted Donaldson off of the floor into the air and carried him to the table where he slammed him down. The doctor ghoul then pulled the surgical cart closer to him. “It’s been a long…time.” He said in a low gravelly voice. Out from underneath the table was two sets of arms that grabbed onto Donaldson, one of which had what looked like a mask for using anesthesia, which he put onto Donaldson’s face. Donaldson began to scream loudly into the mask, his eyes wide at the sight that was before him. The doctor ghoul reached down and picked up a scalpel and a surgical saw. “Don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing, you’ll feel…EVERYTHING!” he shouted. He smiled at Donaldson to reveal his rotten teeth, and moved in with the scalpel. The doctor ghoul started at the trachea and began cutting all the way down. Blood instantly began to pool from the incision. He then took the surgical knife, which was like a giant Ginsu, and thrust it down into Donaldson’s chest cavity. Blood began to pour out from under the sides of the gas mask, and all over Donaldson’s face. The doctor ghoul and his team, began to work. (End of Chapter 8) -Killer Klown :)
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