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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #9
Date: 12/7/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner
... "We were going to head down to the basement next." "Then we will too," Spencer said, pulling away from the girls and leading the charge to the basement, unaware of the horror that he was going to find there. * * * Sheriff Singer had called back to the station a couple times, but there had been no reply. That wasn't too unusual though. With only three cops on the island, keeping someone right at the desk for calls was not the easiest thing. The grizzled man was avoiding the inn as much as he could, fearing that he might run into the Colonel again, and chose to stick to the woods. As he stomped through the woods, he tried to keep an eye out for anyone or anything. If what the girl said about her and her father being at-tacked with traps in the woods was true, then there could be several dangerous pieces that not even he was aware of. Singer approached a cabin that he wasn't exactly familiar with, and while it looked rather ramshackle, that didn't mean that someone wasn't living in it. The sheriff took a few steps toward the door, when he saw movement from the other side. "Hey!" he called out, and the mysterious figure just bolted out. "Come back! Sheriff's department!" Singer realized he was going to have to go on a chase and raced around the cabin, but he wasn't watching his step nearly as well, and he felt a slight tug as he slipped between two trees. In a flash, he realized that it was fishing line that had stopped him, and from the creaking ...
... sound, there was a trap he had triggered. While he had time to think, his body didn't have time to move as a metal rod sprung up from beside the tree, with a sharp nail at the end, about ¾ of an inch thick. The sharp piece impaled his leg, just above the knee, going a few inches deep. Using all of his strength, he pushed the bar away, but the spring in the contraption was too strong and it just went in more when he tried to move it. "Aaarggghhhhh!" he screamed out as he couldn't move, just able to watch as the thin figure ran deeper into the woods. * * * In the now defunct kitchen, Tori, Beck, and Andre were peering through all of the blackened steel cabinets, wondering if the little girl could have crawled inside one of them. "Do you think she knew about her mom dying in here?" Andre asked as he looked all around, trying not to look at the body shaped impression where there was no real damage. "Like she was called to this spot, looking for her?" "Called?" Beck said, shooting him a look. "You think the girl's mom's ghost led her here or something?" "Or something…" Tori said, with a sigh, feeling like this was all just a waste and that whatever happened to the cute little girl was worse than just her being missing. If it could happen to her s*ster, it could happen to this girl, she thought. "Ugh," Beck said, peering behind a cabinet, and seeing a rat, freshly killed by a trap. The irony of their situation did not escape ...