Idax walked down the staircase, mumbling something. He stood infront the dusty counter away from all the others. Trisha walked towards him.
"What happened?", she asked.
"She wouldn't do it.", Idax said.
"Well, she's scared, I guess."
"Why would she be?! It's not like she..", Idax stopped, "No..no fucking way."
"Yes fucking way. You're her first.", Trisha said.
"I need to talk to her."
"Idax, tell her to keep the music down. Please."
"Kay."
Idax climbed the stairs. I am such a dick. He knocked on the door. The music was really loud. He knocked again.
"CASSIE!", Idax shouted.
He banged the door.
Guess she's really pissed. "I am going", Idax shouted again. He waited in front of the door for some time. And then he turned to leave.
Idax entered the hall.
"Dude. Here.", Sid handed Idax something. It was a glass. Wine
"Sid? Where'd you get this?"
"Down. There's a cellar. It's huge.", Sid replied, "I brought loads of it. And the cellar is awesome because it's soundproof. I screamed there. Nobody heard a soul upstairs."
"Well. I guess, I will go down there. Might as well sulk there."
Idax left.
"Guys. It's sad. We should do something.", Amy said.
"Well, I'll talk to Idax.", Steve said.
"He won't listen. He would listen to Cassie only.", Trisha said.
"Well, I'll go talk to her.", Amy got up.
"Pfft. As if she'd talk to you.", Trisha said.
What have I done to her?
"Maybe she'll talk. It doesn't harm if she tries.", Emanuel said.
Amy got up.
"Amy. I'll come with you.", Nancy got up.
Amy and Nancy walked up the stairs.
"You like him, don't you?", Nancy asked.
"What?", Amy asked.
"Steve."
"Oh. I..", Amy mumbled.
"It's okay. I can say he likes you too."
"You think so?"
"Yes. And I think, you should talk to him."
They reached the door. Amy banged the door.
"CASSIE!", Amy shouted. The music was still loud.
"Guess she's really angry.", Nancy said.
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Amy and Nancy entered the hall.
"She won't open the door.", Amy declared.
"Hmm. I told you.", Trisha said.
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This place is cool. The smell. It's wine I guess. Ooh. Bottles. Classic. Wow. One of them is even from 1930s. Cool.
Idax inspected every inch of the cellar. It was cool. And really big. There were barrels stored all across the room. And lots of tools.
Idax moved towards the door to get out. But it was locked. He tried to open it. It's locked from outside. Weird.
He heard something. A bang. The barrels fell down. He turned back. A window was open. He moved towards the window.
Weird. This window opens to the inside of the building.
He closed it. The window had a mirror engraved on it. He saw a man standing behind him.
He turned back. He looked all over the man. The man raised his hand. A gleaming machete glowed in his hand.
Wilson Byers. Idax read the tatoo on the man's hand.
"Y-You can't be real.", Idax ran away from Wilson. He ran towards the heap of barrels and hid behind him.
Wilson moved towards the barrels and started throwing them.
Idax ran and tried the door again. It didn't budge. Wilson threw the machete towards Idax and with one clean cut, the machete slid inside Idax's head.