Horror at Blackstone(Part 2 of 3)

Twilight. Nathan took the phone. "That isn't good." Mia said nothing. Darkness seemed to grow deeper around them. Mia felt suddenly exposed but more than that she was getting upset and it showed. Snatching the phone from Nathan she dialed in again and listened. The phone was barely audible. It rang as Mia walked toward the woods to her right. Voicemail. Mia hung up and dialed again. Nathan followed behind reluctantly. The sound was getting louder. They would have to go into the woods to find the phone. Closing the cell she walked straight to the edge of the woods and stopped. Nathan was a full ten paces behind. "Okay." She huffed and dialed in again. The phone rang pretty clearly this time. Mia darted into the woods even as Nathan silently waved for her not to do it. Under a leaf was the cell. Mia answered it. "Does it have blood on it?" Even in the dark of woods Nathan could see Mia's expression. "So, no blood." Rubbing through his hair Nathan motioned for her to come to the edge of the woods. Mia did so and once beside Nathan she handed him the phone. "What the hell is going on here?"

Mia headed for the house. Determined steps moved her quickly to the front door even as she called the police. "Police department, this is Peggy." She looked at the phone for a moment in disbelief. "Peggy you can send the police to Blackstone. I just found a missing cell phone that goes to a missing person and I'm about to enter Blackstone proper, so hurry up you hear." With that Mia clicked off the phone and gave it to Nathan. "What are you doing girl?" As if to answer she moved into the house. It was too simple. A large front room, that weird rectangular kitchen and a small hall that lead to a study that lead to a bed room. The bedroom was small with only one bed. Mia moved through the house like she owned it. Owned it and intruders were afoot, ones she had no idea where they were. She made her way back to the large front room. Nathan still stood in the doorway framed by the night. "Wait, something is wrong...but what is it?" Her friend was no help. Mia looked suddenly scared as she motioned to Nathan. "Close the door, hurry get in here..." Quickly he closed the door expecting to see someone behind him intent on harming them. He turned the lock. "What, what was it?" The place was not that brightly lit but they could see well enough. Mia closed in till she was uncomfortably close. "This house is not on the market." Nathan perplexed gave her the huh-what stare. "When you first called me that Michelle was missing and did not know the address I got impatient and tried to look it up in the paper." Nathan just kept looking at her awaiting the eureka moment. She huffed. "Nathan, it is not advertised in the paper and if the land lady gave you the keys what keys did Michelle use to get into the house?" Nathan did not look convinced of anything. "Maybe there are only one set Mia." She shook her head to signal Nathan incorrect. "No, because you had to have the keys to get in and look around and if the land lady had the keys that would mean she got them from Michelle one way or another. You said you had a hard time getting the keys from her." Mia completed her words but paused internally. Internal monologue began as she turned away from Nathan and moved to the fireplace. 'Fine, if Nathan has the keys and only one set does exist then the land lady knows something...unless Nathan never got the keys from the land lady. But why involve me if he made Michelle disappear?'

Mia pulled the poker from the fireplace and used it like a sword. "Don't come any closer buddy." Nathan sputtered non-sense and stepped back. "I had nothing to do with Michelle going missing, is that what you think?"
"I never said that, but now that you do say that...I can say that I think that would be a good thing for you to explain, that. Go." For several tense moments not a sound was made. Mia pointed the poker and Nathan stood across from her arms out, pleadingly. A shrill scream could be heard close to the house. It was a woman, not Michelle, screaming for help. Mia moved to the door but Nathan grabbed her. Stunned she let down her guard and looked into Nathan's eyes. "Don't open the door Mia." The woman's voice grew closer as she screamed unintelligible things. Someone hit the door hard, pounding it. "Let me in, it'll kill me, hurry." Nathan held Mia as she tried to escape his grasp. Just before she could manage to get free the woman wailed in terror. Both of them stopped moving as something heavy hit the door. Sounds of a struggle beyond the door ended quickly enough. "I heard growling." Nathan shook his head, "No Mia." and let go his hold. "What do you mean no Mia..." Her complaint trailed off as she realized his words were a plea because now she saw what Nathan saw, blood slowly pooling under the door.

For the space of nearly fifteen minutes they did not speak. Mia kept trying to get signal in the house but could not. The place did not have a phone so all they could do was wait for the police. Several times they thought they heard movement outside. But it was impossible to see outside the house. The narrow windows were only in the front and they were marked with strange silver swirls and "symbols" of many different kinds. A back door didn't even provide exit. One way in and one way out. The blood slowly pooled onto the tile and moved out in an irregular blob. Nathan could barley bring himself to look at it. Mia went into the kitchen. Nathan walked in where she was and in a taunting voice said, "Well, since you are all about rushing in where angels fear to tread and question this and question that, right? Did you happen to wonder why this place has no bathroom?" It was then that the front door could be heard opening. "Hello?" Neither Mia or Nathan said anything. The voice was deep and not altogether pleasant. 'Who is that?' Mouthed Mia. Nathan shook his head but stayed still otherwise. "Hello?"

End Part 2.