James's POV

Ow my head...
I groaned as I forced my body to move. The last thing I remember is seeing someone trying to hurt Analiese. I fell over...I think? Or something like that...I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and I expected to be in my bed, thinking it was some kind of nightmare, and in a way I was right, but I soon realized that it was a nightmare come true. (Excuse the cheesiness of that line xD) I saw Analiese about 2 feet in front of me, crying into her knees. However, it wasn't the fact that she was crying that scared me, it was that her hands and mouth were both bound with duck tape. I tried to whisper something to her but nothing came out, only then did I noticed that my hands and mouth were covered with the silver duck tape too. Are we...in a car trunk...? Wait...I was knocked out wasn't I? That wasn't a dream...someone tried to hurt Analiese, I tried to protect her but got knocked out, this person (whoever they are) bound us with duck tape and locked us in a trunk. I tried to sit up right but without the use of my hands, it was a bit difficult. Analiese noticed me waking up and immediately looked up from her knees. Now being able to see her face, I saw that it was red and stained with streams of tears, her eyes glossed with water. This is all really happening...

It felt like reality slapping me across the face...We're being kidnapped...

I began to cry along with my little sister as fear overwhelmed me, our muffled cries overpowering the crackling of the car tires across the gravel. Thats all we did throughout the car trip, not that we had anything else to do. I tried to think of someway to escape but to no avail. We were stuck...trapped...and who knows when or how we'll get the opportunity to run...if we ever do.

After what felt like hours of nothing but crying and my own mind tormenting me with whatever horrifying things it could come up with, we stopped. I opened my eyes and I think we just parked in a garage. I looked out the truck window to satisfy my curiosity, and we were definitely in a building. Before we were surrounded by trees, with a single gravel road running somewhere I couldn't quite see clearly. I dared not look toward the front seat, in case the person saw me trying to peak. Then I heard the person driving in the front seat pull the keys out of the ignition, open the door, then come around to the front. This is the first time I remember seeing our captor. It was a man...he was tall, and had messy brown hair and blue eyes. He was skinny, yet he still looked strong. He was dirty, as if he hadn't had a shower in a long time. Me and Analiese were dead silent, scared out of our minds. He lifted the trunk door and stared at us with dull eyes. It was his eyes that were the most curious part about him, dull...but not dead. To most people they would have looked dead and cold, and they did at first, but the more I stared at him, the more I saw. I saw the smallest bit of emotion in them, sadness I think. Or maybe Shame? I couldn't really tell. But he quickly grabbed both me and Analiese's arm, causing us both to wince in pain. Definitely strong. He pulled us out of the trunk and dragged us towards a small house only about a few yards away. I tried with all my might to pull away from his grasp but I was already weak from some of the blood loss from my head wound, and he was too strong.

We entered the small old house from the back door and it was very old fashioned. Maybe 1970s? I don't really know... But not only was it old fashioned, but it was simply old, very very old. The wooden floor boards rotted and made a creaking sound with every step you took. The walls were lined with wallpaper with hideous looking cherubs on them, you could practically peel them off the walls. And the dust. There was dust everywhere, so much so that you could see the shoe prints running everywhere along the floors. There wasn't much furniture in the rooms that I saw, which was really only the living room. But by far the weirdest thing that I noticed was that there were no lights. Now I know it's an old house that most certainly doesn't have electricity, but there we no candles, no fireplace, no lamps, nothing. The only reason we were able to see our own feet was because of the windows that brought warm sunlight into the room. But there was one part of the house that brought no sunlight. A place that was darkened with shadows. A place that was cold and damp. A place that you could almost feel the unpleasant, even horrifying, memories come from it. A door at the end of the hall that I didn't need to enter to know what it was...

The Basement...