The way the soft music played and the tapping of feet moved about, one was cleanly and keenly aware of being below the dance floor. One didn’t want to make a sound to alert the attention of those walking overhead. But, no sooner one looked up to see who was walking above, the 60 degree angle view from the far side of the loft greeted the eyes.
Quite disorienting to Bret, the only person who seemed aware of this ever shifting geometry.
As the sound of sliding dancing shoes beat their own rhythm, Bret became aware that the teen was tapping away the S.O.S Morse code. That drew his attention. He got close to one of the holes to get a better look. The teen was looking directly at him with a very stern focused look. One that seemed to carry a bit of warning to it.
Between flips of skirts and swaying of hips, Bret was able to see the teen signaling to his wrist as if indicating time. The head flips seemed to indicated that something was going on in the direction of where his school had left Bucking Betty. The nod of the head was nearly suggesting that he needed to get out of the crawl space now and fast.
As Bret turned to see what was going on behind him, a sense of dread and fear washed over him. Panic actually. He looked back at the hole, the teen was shrugging his shoulder and flipping his hand with great urgency.
Get!
Out!
The message was clear and the frantic tap of S.O.S confirmed his danger.
The trickle of super cold sweat down his back as color drained from his face and his breath froze in his chest made Bret think that he was now in the presence of an evil force. His voice refused to come out.
Turning his head slowly, a cold as steel realization started to knock on the edges of his consciousness.
The boy was not really a boy.
As his turned, the person who was sharing the crawl space with him adjusted themselves to block the light… leaving just the dark shadowy form of a short haired person in front of him.
She giggled and covered her mouth in a child like silly way. This was not a child’s giggle. No. This was a movie styled giggle of an evil force pretending to be a young boy.
“You turned my friend down on the ladder, why?”
His pulse tanked. His strength failed. His body sagged under it’s terrible weight. His bladder threatening to empty itself out if he was not squeezing his legs so tightly.
“I asked you a question”
Trying to swallow, Bret couldn’t find any saliva to break the excessive raw dry feeling in his throat. All he could do was back up against the box that he had rested on while looking through the hole into the loft.
“Come”
No freaking way!
“Come!” she shrilled.
Shallows of the Deep 