Brief mention of rape and slight bit of torture.

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Frank blinked his eyes open.

This time his vision was glitchy and flashing in and out a bit, the sound of loud static filling his ears, before it steadied and he could see everything normally.

He was back in the hall again, this time it was filthy, making it even more eerie than before.

The usually cream colored walls were covered in disgusting brown and green stains, and the paint was peeling off in long strips like dying leaves, fluttering to the ground and littering the hallway in chipped flakes. A thick layer of dirt and dust covered everything, making Frank choke on the musty taste of it in the air, clogging his throat and making it feel all scratchy.

Large metal hooks hung from the ceiling at random, covered in rust and dark stains, swaying slightly with the whine of old swing chains, making a chilling melody of slow metallic screeches.

Everything in him was screaming for him to get out now, but he saw no means of escape.

Suddenly the walls began to twist and bend at sharp unnatural angles, making wooden groaning noises and the sound of heavy stones grinding together. Then he was in a completely different place.

Most of the walls were a dull concrete and the room held the bare minimum of furniture.

There was only a small wooden end table and two fat squat wooden chairs that the stuffing had long since died in.

The air smelled heavily of mildew and something sour and rotten.

Frank had to cover his mouth and nose with his hand to keep from throwing up.

He figured that he must be in the basement, due to the looks of the place and the washers and dryers he could see in the little room adjoining the area he was in.

But the most alarming thing about the whole place, were the large reddish brown splatter and spray patterns against all the walls and furniture. Not to mention the large gash marks, like something tore through the place, chopping everything in sight, including the people.

Frank turned to take off down the hall and run back up the stairs, but something or someone small stepped out in front of him.

It almost looked like a little girl, but he couldn't quite make it out in the darkness of the hall.

Then the lights fluttered brighter, like flashes of lightening and Frank clearly saw a large blood stained axe in her hand, holding it like it was her favorite doll instead.

Her eyes were like two dead white marbles in here skull, just staring straight through him and her hair was a tangled horrible mess, thinning out at the ends like spider webs draped down her shoulders.

The little girls head quickly snapped at a curious tilt with a loud crack like bones breaking, and she fixed her horrible eyes on him.

Suddenly she let out a high pitched scream, like her soul was being ripped from her, and she lunged forward.

Her eyes began to glow a blinding blue and black goo oozed from her mouth full of rotten teeth, as she flung herself toward him at an inhuman speed, swinging the axe straight for his head.

Frank yelp loudly, eyes going wide, and falling back quickly against the wall, just narrowly missing the blade, as it slammed through the wall just above him with the sound of splitting timber.

The girl or whatever it was, became pissed that the axe missed and was now lodged, shrieking in his face and flinging nasty black spittle all over him. It smelled like death and decay and Frank felt his stomach give another heave but he quickly mustered all his strength and kicked the fuck out of the nasty bitch, flinging her across the room and toppling over a chair.

He scrambled to his feet and tried desperately to dislodge the axe before that thing got up again, but it was beyond heavy and stuck to tight. Before he knew it she was flying at him again and he had to just jump out of the way.

Of course the stupid bitch ripped the thing out like it was nothing and turned toward him once again. Letting out a roar the shook the whole room and Frank had to cover his ears, but it made him slightly disorientated and she flung herself at him again.

He ducked and rolled out of the way, as the heavy axe went barreling down over the end table, chopping it in half and snapping off one of the legs, leaving a large splintered mess.

But well he was distracted she quickly spun around, welding the axe like a blade, and slicing into his arm.

Frank hissed in pain and toppled over the chair, as the wound sent a burning fire up his arm.

He just rolled out of the way as she hacked down into the chair, the thicker wood causing the axe to get stuck again.

Frank saw his chance and booked it for the table, suddenly having a great idea of how to kill this psycho bitch.

He carefully got to the floor right in front of the demolished table, clutching the broken off leg in his hand and waited for her to free the giant axe again.

It didn't take long and she was soon racing at him again, but just as she was about to bring the axe down again, he raised the table leg and closed his eyes, ramming it forward at her like a makeshift pike.

Frank heard the squelch and splintering of the table leg tearing through flesh and bones snapping with the dry crunch of twigs, as cold goo spraying all over him and doused his clothes, running down the wooden leg like a gory fountain.

He finally dared a peek after a bit of nothing happening and came face to face with the disgusting dead eyes of the little girl, black goo pouring out of her gaping mouth, her nose, and the large hole where the table leg was sticking through her.

Her jaws worked a few times and then she stopped and Frank thought she might be dead, until she suddenly spoke, making him yelp and scrabble backward.

"Let the games begin," she wheezed and rasped with a dry inhaled breath, chilling Frank to the core and then she finally collapsed forward, her eyes going out, as she hung limp from the chair leg.

Frank just lay there, desperately trying to catch his breath and mentally deal with all that just happened.

But he didn't get time to before he was suddenly bombarded with images flooding his brain.

They were flying by so fast, that he hardly had time to keep up. They were just flashes of color between the black and he could only process a few here and there.

A white rat running in a cage.

Someone being flogged.

A guy arched back and moaning in pleasure.

Blood splattering the walls.

A weeping angel statue.

Hands handcuffed to a bed.

The rat lying dead.

Blood dripping into a puddle on the floor.

A large knife glittering on the table.

And then everything stopped and he was plunged into darkness.

When Frank opened his eyes again, he was laying down on something cold and metal, and the cold seemed to seep through his skin and sting where his body was pressed against it.

As he became more aware of everything, he realized there was a gag in his mouth, the round rubber ball shoved firmly between his teeth and held there by the straps around his face.

He went to remove it, and felt tight cotton cording cut into his writs and several other spots on his body. His writs were bound together behind his back and his arms were bound to his torso, where the ropes made a pentagram pattern across his chest. Then he felt the metal chains around his legs, cold and biting into his skin a bit.

Panic flooded his brain and his breath began to pick up, causing him to suck in air heavily through his nose, because of the gag in his mouth.

He tried to toss and turn his body to get up and get free, muffledly calling for help, but quickly found himself to be chained down to the metal table he was on.

He flopped back down in defeat, panting heavily form the energy he exerted trying to get free.

Frank forced himself to calm down and take in his surroundings.

It was hard to see anything with the harsh light in his face, but soon someone was moving toward him out of the shadows.

Although, Frank couldn't see them, just their dark outline, but he could tell they were male probably.

As the figure stepped closer he could see some sort of weird thing in his hand. It had a large silver ball at the end and downward facing spikes that looked collapsible. Whatever it was, it didn't look good.

The figured chuckled darkly as Frank began to struggle to get free or move away from him.

"What's wrong Frankie, don't you want to play?"

Frank tried to cry out, flip the table over, anything to get away from the person in front of him, because whatever that stick thing was for, it was going to be very painful, that's for sure.

But there was nothing he could do and he had to watch helplessly as man grabbed the chain tying his legs together, and lifted it up to a hook hanging from the ceiling, so that Frank's ass was on display.

He felt so exposed and vulnerable suddenly and his stomach churned with what he was certain was going to happen. He struggled harshly with no avail, only bruising the fuck out of his ribs, and tears streamed down his face as he realized that there was no getting away.

"Oh, your gonna play Frankie. Your gonna play," the guy chuckled.

Frank just closed his eyes and then he felt the immeasurable pain as the other guy rammed the stick up his ass and ripped it back out. All he could do was scream.

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Frank bolted up right still screaming and panting for breath, sweat pooling on his body and making his shirt stick to him.

"What the fuck?" Gerard cursed and switched on the bedside light.

Memories of the pain swam through Frank's head still and he just sat there, trying to get a grip on himself and calm his racing heart.

Gerard just glared at him, squinting his tired eyes, his long black hair messy with sleep.

Finally, Frank found his words.

"I... I had a bad dream," he mumbled.

"For fucks sake Frank! Go back to bed."

Gerard just switched off the light and rolled over angrily, jerking the covers over his head.

Frank quickly grabbed his laptop and switched it on for the light, he was not ready to be in the dark just yet, not after that horrible nightmare.

But something had him curious.

He quickly clicked on the internet and Googled, Belleville Central Weston Hall.

The first things to pop up were multiple websites about The Weston Hall 5.

Some were news stories, well others were horror junky websites.

He clicked on the first news story one.

WESTON HALL 5 MURDER

Today police discovered the tragic death of five college students at Belleville Central University in the Weston Hall Dormitories. When police arrived at the scene to get the killer however, he was found dead in his room, having killed himself. Police believe this to be a random act of violence brought on by the pressure and stress to succeed in school.

The students were believed to be killed one by one and not targeted specifically, instead chosen at random. Although, one of the victims found in the basement, was believed to be known by the killer and was brutally raped before he was attacked and killed. Most of the other victims were tortured and then killed. No word yet from the victims' families...

Frank clicked out of that one and then to the most popular of the horror junky websites.

HAUNTS OF BELLEVILLE

Number 1. Belleville Central, Weston Hall Dorms

Known by locals to be the spookiest part of Jersey, Weston Hall is probably most famous for the series of murders known only as The Weston Hall 5. But many believe that this was just the beginning.

Police reports say the killer was found next to a note written in his own blood across the floor saying "So It Begins". These chilling final words are believed to be a warning from the killer signifying his final act and reason for the murders.

While the reports say the killings were at random and seemed to have no purpose, many fellow ghost hunters believe otherwise.

Some say that the killings were blood sacrifices needed to release an ancient demon and open a portal to the spiritual plane in which he resides, effectively creating a stable dwelling place for dark and angry spirits.

This theory seemingly supported by the 20 some other unexplained killings that occurred following The Weston Hall 5 until the dorms closure in 1988. There were many reports of monsters, demons, ghosts and evil spirits.

Several people have written firsthand accounts of events and things seemingly witnessed within the walls of the dreaded dorm.

Wither these stories are true or not, the Weston Hall dorms are definitely creepy as hell and worth checking out, if you dare...

Frank just clicked out and prayed that daylight would come soon.

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What do you all think?

Who was the guy in Frank's dream?

Let me know what you think so far and if this is getting spooky enough for you all.

Thank you for reading. Have a great week!

"It's scratching on the walls, in the closet, in the halls."

xoxWeylin