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Donna had fears. She didn't tell a lot of people. Who'd listen? Other than the Doctor and Granddad, everyone else would just find a reason to laugh at her for it. It wasn't a big deal. It didn't come up that often, so why bother?
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Speak the truth. What makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up? When there's a bump in the night, what do you dread it to be? What is your fear?
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Donna Noble had taken a detour, while the Doctor talked to some monk. She just wanted a souvenir. She was... Somewhere in Asia. It had a name she wasn't even going to try and pronounce. Luckily, the TARDIS made it to where she could at least understand these people.
A lot of the buildings were pretty much the same. Nothing much of note. If she was going to get a souvenir, it needed to be something spectacular. Something... That looked different. It was different. It was a rather large house, separated from the rest. It looked pretty old, and in a state of disrepair. Kinda looked like a haunted house. Like, if someone was going to make a haunted house, this was the exact building they'd look at, and think, "This is perfect!".
Donna slowly looked around, and smirked. A million memories flashed through her eyes of the Doctor telling her not to wander off. Well, rules were meant to be broken. She wandered up to the old house, and looked in through the window. Looked deserted. Like nobody had been inside in ages... The creepy angel statues by the door wasn't helping.
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Do not lie. Do not hide behind your ego, and your broken sense of heroism. There is something much larger than yourself. Something primal. Tell me.
Are you afraid?
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Donna placed her hand on the doorknob, and twisted it. The wood creaked, and the metal resisted, but the door opened. It groaned, softly at first, but gradually getting louder and higher pitched as it granted entrance to the dusty old house. Donna took one last glance outside, before stepping in.
She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t. Rowan Grace Keâts didn’t do fear. So, obviously, when she’d heard about a haunted house, she’d not given it much thought as she went to do what she did best – explore. The door had slammed shut behind her and there had been a fast scuffle from across the room. Never one to investigate strange noises in haunted houses, Rowan had darted off in the opposite direction.
But the house had moved. Which sounded crazy, but she’d rounded the corner a bit faster than she’d expected and she’d seen it whip into focus, resettling so fast she’d thought she’d imagine it if she hadn’t turned back around and saw that she was in a different room altogether. A basement. Her instincts told her to get the hell out of there, because the fate of cute little teenagers who ventured into the basements were often brutal, but at least she could find the breaker.
That’d been the plan, anyway. It hadn’t worked. The house was off the grid. Rowan slumped down against the wall, pulling out her flashlight from her backpack to look around. No windows. Though… it occurred to her only now that there hadn’t been any windows in the other rooms, either. She was certain she’d seen them from the outside, though. Different on the outside from the inside. Sounded familiar enough, but this wasn’t a TARDIS.
“That all ya got, stupid little ghosties?” she scoffed, standing up and looking around the basement curiously. A few stone statues, creepily covered furniture, dusty stairs leading up, a swirling vortex on the side of the wall. … Of course. There was always a swirling vortex. This was the part in horror movies when something hideous came out, and then the character died. Rowan stayed stubbornly where she was. “Not today. I’ve seen Grave Encounters. This kind of thing isn’t gonna work on—”
The words died on her lips as something pulled itself out. She took a hesitant step forward. “Mom?” Except it wasn’t, couldn’t be. Her mother was dead. Long since dead. “Mom? It’s me. Rowan. Why are ya shakin’…?” More than shaking. Her mother was having a seizure. Rowan took another step forward to help her, when the hair started to fall out. Then the skin rotted. Her breath stilled as she watched her mother’s corpse decay in front of her.
“Rowan.”
And she was out of there, scrambling up the stairs and out of the basement so fast that it took her a moment to realize that she’d even started to run. Okay. She was back in the room she’d entered in and she took out her flashlight. More statues, but at least there weren’t vortexes. She held her breath, listening for any movement that could indicate she’d been followed. There was a creaking and Rowan hid behind one of the stone statues, listening to a door open. Wait… it was the door.
“No! Don’t let it—!”
Too late. As the door slammed shut, Rowan’s flashlight flickered and went out. “Brilliant.”
Immediately after entering, Donna saw another person, and watched them cry out to try and stop the door. Oh, bloody hell... I can't even go in an old house without running into trouble."I'm guessing the door locks itself whenever it closes. And that's the only way out." That seemed to be her luck. Wonderful... This place was creepy. Might have something worthy of being a souvenir. Though, at the way things were looking, the souvenir might be more trouble than it's worth.
Donna glanced over to the other girl. "I'm Donna Noble." Donna pulled out her phone, and glanced at it. How the hell did she have no bars? The Doctor did a sonic'y thing on it, and she got reception everywhere. Great. Now she had no way of contacting the Doctor. Oh, he'd find her eventually. It'd take awhile, but he'd notice she was gone.
Rowan stared at the Donna woman and shook her head, rolling her eyes. Just her luck. She couldn’t even get stuck with someone that seemed likeable? Like… her brother? Well, no. She wouldn’t want her brother to be here. He wouldn’t last a moment, especially not if he’d seen their mother. Rowan’s eyes moved back to the hallway from which she’d just gotten away. There wasn’t any sign of the creature again. She sighed and slammed the flashlight against her hand a few times until it flickered back into life.
Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. There was a statue blocking the door now, poised right behind Donna with an outstretched claw. That was definitely not there before. The flashlight dimmed again. “Donna, tell me you have a flashlight. Or batteries.”
Donna raised an eyebrow at the girl. "I've got a phone? Why? Are you afraid of the-" What was that? Sticking out of the shadows, behind the girl... A statue? It wasn't there a second ago... Donna aimed her phone's light towards the statue, and flinched. Oh, wow, that's creepy. It's got fangs and claws, and... It's an angel? What kinda creep keeps a demonic angel statue in their living room? Donna stepped over to the statue, looking it over. "I'd love to get in touch with the interior decorator for this place... Maybe whack him over the head with your flashlight." The girl seemed a bit too spooked just to be afraid of the dark.
Donna swung her light around to the door. What the-Another angel? Donna twisted back to the other one, but of course it was gone! "What the hell?! What's going on? Are you moving the statues? Huh? You get some kind of sick kick out of scaring people with creepy statues?!" Oh, what was she saying, this person was just as freaked out as she was... This was some sort of time travel, alien, thing! Why couldn't she have just stayed with the Doctor?! "I'm sorry. I'm Donna. Donna Noble." Donna turned the light over to Rowan, and jumped again. Now the statue was behind the girl. "What's the deal with these things?! First they're over here, then they're at the door, then there's one behind you!"
“You aren’t the only one,” Rowan scowled, deciding not to tell the woman that there was quite possibly an undead alien chasing after them in the form of her late mother. Except Donna seemed to be looking over Rowan’s shoulder, but by the time Ro had gathered the nerves to follow the look, nothing was there. Except… there had been an angel in the corner, Rowan was sure of it. She’d been hiding behind it.
Rowan raised an eyebrow at Donna as she asked if Rowan was moving them, and she couldn’t help the snort of derision. “Lady, I’m not exactly a heavy-weight champion,” Ro scoffed. She could hardly pick up a bag of flour without assistance, no way in hell could she move a two-ton statue in less than ten seconds. “Name’s Rowan,” she said, frowning as Donna jumped. Then there’s one behind you.
She didn’t waste a moment scampering forward, then looked behind her. Brilliant. “Okay, I don’t know what they are, but obviously they’re bad news. And speaking of bad news, there’s a lot of them. And the electricity doesn’t work. Oh, and there are a few weird portal things. Creepy stuff comes out of it. Wanna help me bust out of here?”
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