Haunted-Mounted

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While they all were still figuring out what had happened to Ava, Henry didn't wait to stretch his arm in the dark in every possible angle searching for Ava's body as she wasn't answering after her loudest scream.

Owen: Henry, Why did you leave my hand? Are you still near me. Stay close.

Henry: This is scary. Where's Ava? Ava? Ava, can you hear me??

Bella: Ava? Is she unconcious one the floor? Ava? Please answer us. Oh God...

Henry: Why won't she answer? Owen, I don't know where she is! I can't feel her presence here... Not on the floor too.

Owen: Guys! The flashlight...

A light could be seen, a bit yellowish than a usual one. Owen pointed toward the flashlight on the floor that was actually dropped earlier by Bella. This eerie lonliness was scaring them all to death. At this point, it was just Bella, Owen, Henry, "Lost-Ava", and that Flashlight in the stillness of that mansion, or 'the-creepy-dimension' according to Bella.

Although, they had the courage to talk a lot even in this deadly-situation, still, whenever they talked it would be more of a whisper. A low-pitch, silence tone.

Henry: Ohh! Finally some light. Let me go grab it, and then we'll look for Ava.

Owen: But Henry, No. What if you vanish too like Ava? What will we do?

Henry: C'mon man! We're already making her 'VANISH' already? She's here, somewhere. Just let me go grab the flashlight.

Bella: Henry! Owen's right. We should be more cautious onward. I have a solution. Grab Henry's hand and we'll go pick it up together. We can't afford losing eachother.

Henry: Why are you guys sounding like "Ava's" not here anymore? Watch out for what you're saying.

Owen: Cut the crap! You took it the wrong way... Let's focus on the things that are more important rn.

Bella: The truth is that; The situation we're in, we should think a 1000 times before taking a step further.

Henry: Alright. Let's go. Bella, since the flashlight appears to be in your direction, start moving and we'll follow you.

Bella:Wait! I remember something. The rumor. Henry, remember that old-lady? The one we asked the address for this shit-mansion? She said don't touch anything there. And we all ignored! But, as we were leaving her behind; I could hear her repeating words;

"Don't touch anything there"

"Don't touch anything there"

Owen: What if Ava touched something and she's now unconsious? Or the Evil spirit took her.

Henry: No.... No! No, I said she's here. It means she is. Stop talking rubbish both of you.

Henry wasn't a boy who would "talk-bitch" with his friends. He has always been the funnier and the humble one. But this time when he said these word--he sounded rude and furious. Maybe, it was because he couldn't imagine 'Ava' her childhood best friend and her 'secret crush' vanishing or being a meal of the evil demons.

Bella: We're sorry, Ok? Now, do we have a stick or something long? We can use that as a guide.

Owen: Yes, I do. I have a foldable-fishing rod in my bagpack. It's from the beach day.

Owen handed the foldable-fishing rod to Bella carefully taking it out from his bag's compartment.

Bella: Alright,The plans simple: I'll spread it out and everytime we come across something, a furniture, or any solid-thing, I'll let you know. Be alert, we don't have to touch anthing.

Henry: Let's be quick...

Bella: Okay... Come on................

With the rod in hand, she navigated the darkness, cautious of what lay ahead.

The flashlight that they had to pick was laying at a strange distance. They were gradually realizing that as much as they were walking toward the flashlight, it was moving away from them. For the first few minutes all 3 of them said nothing and focused at 'moving-on'. But when it almost felt impossible for them to reach the flashlight, Henry broke the ice;

Henry: What's happening? Why aren't we able to reach the flashlight?? What is this Mansion?

Suddenly, there was a sound. The flashlight rolled toward Bella, making a creepy sound in the silence.

Owen: Pick it up, Pick it up!

Bella bend down and took the flashlight in her hand. She pointed it in the air, and;

Bella: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

In the light they saw a dreadly-face that looked familiar and obscure at the same time. A face they never wished so see in such shape. A face they were almost dead after looking at.

The Face: Do You Want Those Damn Cookies, Bella?

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Author's Note:

The Face? Who's that? I know most of you know the answer... Let me know in the comments.

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