Wednesday, November 12 - The Haunted House

This whole town is deserted

Thought detective Blair. He looked down to his left side and winced as he pressed against his blood soaked dress shirt.

Broken ribs, great.

After his train derailed a mile and a half away, an in-shock and barely alive Blair saw a light in the distance, a place he thought he could get help. Upon reaching the town he found the source of the only light. A gas station and convenience store, looking dirty but fully operational. Except there was no one, anywhere. He took some chips and a doughnut and threw some cash on the counter. As he ate to refill his strength, he noticed the door to the back office was ajar and the light inside was flickering. He stood and cautiously moved toward the opening in the office and rested his hand on his holstered pistol. He pushed open the door and walked inside. The office was bigger than expected, and had a disheveled desk in the back corner. The corkboard above the desk had newspaper clippings, headlines about disappearing children, paranormal activity in the local area, and several about mysterious cultish rituals and other crimes. Blair went through the notes on the desk, they documented connections between the news clippings. This guy was looking for something. In the bottom of one of the drawers he noticed a little discrepancy between two segments of the bottom of the drawer. He blew away some of the dust and pushed on one part, and it sprang up, a secret compartment. Inside was a wooden box, and Blair picked it up to examine it. he flipped the latch and opened the box revealing a set of glasses. He removed the glasses and looked at them more closely. There were intricate mechanics in them, and there were three sets of lenses on it, all situated on arms with gears so they could be positioned to bee seen through by the wearer. He puts the glasses on and twists one of the dials, setting one set of lenses in place. Immediately the world took on a bluish hue. Blair walked to the front of the gas station and looked out to the house on the hill. And the grotesque creature running from it toward him. He grabbed his gun and fired at it but it didn't seem to do anything. The creature was on all fours now, contorting its frame unnaturally. Blair ran back into the office and closed the door. The creature rams the door and it comes ajar. Blair can see its disgusting yellow eyes and its unnaturally wide mouth with an unnatural amount of sharp jagged teeth. Blair glances at the creature through the top of the glasses, and its gone. He looks at it through the glasses again, and its trying to bust down the door. Blair tries to take off the glasses, but some force will not allow him to. In a frantic attempt he turns another dial and sets in a new set of lenses. The creature is still there and is crawling through the opening it has bashed through the door. Blair looks for a last stitch effort to escape, and notices the wall at the back where there once was nothing now has a door. He runs through it with no time to spare. He collapses in the floor of the next room, and everything blacks out. He comes back into consciousness and he is lying in a bed. He is relieved that everything he just experienced is forever stuck in the dreamscape and that he is now finally back in reality. That is until he realizes that this is not his room. This is not his bed. Looking out the window he can see the gas station below, from the window of the house he saw earlier. He goes to rub his eyes not believing any of this could be real, but his hands are blocked by the strangest pair of glasses...