Shannon
-Shannon-
I wanted another
thrill tonight. Now, it won’t stop going. I wish it would now. It started with
that stupid email.
I was invited to
this secret underground club. Now, I know the party scene inside and out. I’ve
never heard of this place. (I can’t say it here. They don’t deserve more
victims.) I was intrigued. Of course, I had to go. My stupid brother tried to
ban me from going. He can’t tell me what to do. I’m a grown-ass woman! I can do
what I want!
I decided to go.
I got all
dressed up. Black mini dress with red fishnet stockings and gloves. The pictures
convinced me to go for a goth look. Oh wow, that takes me back. I haven’t done
this since
I was thirteen. This
should be interesting. I smiled in the mirror as I put on deep red lipstick. I
looked so pale. Deep red hair fell to my shoulders. I even straightened my
bangs. I could never get them to do right. Once I was done with my make-up I was
ready to go.
I’m not an
idiot. I was going to call my brother once I got to the club. First came a text.
So, I pulled out my phone.
“Hey. I’m going
out to [club name]. Love you!”
I smiled at my
text.
“Look up.”
I looked across
the street. A pale woman dressed in black flagged me down. I raced across the
street. I held up my phone.
“Namie?” I
asked. The woman smiled like a hungry cat.
“Why yes,” she
said. She held out her hand.
“Ready for a
night you won’t forget?” she asked.
“Heh,” I said.
Sounded kind of lame, but I was already here. I took her hand.
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The place didn’t
look bad.
Okay, let me back up some.
Namie and I didn’t speak on the way there. She kept her back to me. Namie didn’t
even look back at her. I thought about saving something but came up with
nothing. I tried to push it out of my head. I was supposed to have a good time
tonight. Don’t ask questions.
We came up to an
abandoned house. Namie opened the door. A musty smell hit me in the face. I
tried to keep a brave face. All for a good time. All for a good time.
There were no
lights on in the house. Namie squeezed my hand as we kept walking. She giggled
at one point. I about jumped at the sound. I could feel her looking at me. We
came to another door. Namie looked over her shoulder.
“We’re here,”
she said.
“Huh?” I asked.
She threw open the wooden door. A dense red light filled the room. It felt like
a siren song calling me closer. A warm feeling formed in my chest. I think Namie
was looking back at me. Was she… smirking at me? I couldn’t tell.
Loud pounding
music snapped me back into reality. Now, I’ve seen red walls before. But these…
“Wow!” I said.
This bar was lowkey. No, that is an understatement. Almost nobody was in here.
Okay, there was one dude at the bar. I don’t even think he was awake. I turned
to Namie.
“Is this the
right place?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said.
Then she walked over to the bar.
“Hey wait up!” I
said. I ran to keep up. We made it to the bar. The bartender looked cute. I
wasn’t feeling his gray hair. But he made it work.
“Good evening,
ladies,” he said. “What can I get you today?” Namie leaned in with that catlike
grin.
“Give us the
backroom special,” she said. I couldn’t help but smile. Now we’re talking! The
bartender chuckled.
“Right this
way,” he said. He turned and walked to the back. Namie got up and followed
behind. Okay then. I got up and followed them.
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The hallway grew
narrow. The red lights became harsher. My head started to ache.
“Are you okay,
miss?” the bartender asked. I nodded.
“Yeah,” I lied.
The music softly pounded in front of us. It felt like we were going down. The
air felt hot around me. I thought I would choke.
“I can’t
breathe,” I said.
“What did you
say?” Namie asked. Her voice sounded different. Almost distant and underwater. I
shook my head. I thought I would faint.
Suddenly, it all
stopped.
I looked up when
the pounding music got louder. I don’t remember when we got into the club. The
red lights didn’t change. Namie and the bartender were gone. But I found myself
smiling.
I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Okay, about six of them. Then I called my brother.