Haunted House
Chapter 2
Characters:
Henry (German Shepard)
Oliver (Tabby Cat)
Max (rabbit)
Aarron (snake)
Killer (wolf)

The boys have been exploring the first floor this whole time. To everyone’s surprise, the inside of the house looks pristine, as if the last occupants only abandoned the place a year ago. Sure, there is dust and junk everywhere, but the furniture did not look bad at all when they peeked underneath the sheets covering them. It is as if time stopped in this place. The boys find their way back to the dining room and decide to take a break. They spread their treasure trove of junk food and soda pop on the table. Each one of the boys devouring the food after waiting for another ten minutes. Only leaving a small portion for Henry.
“What’s taking Henry so long?” Max asked, as he put a few more potato chips into his mouth to eat. The boys look at each other wondering the same thing. “I’ll find him. He probably went through the cellar door in the back to get to the basement.” Oliver said, drinking the last bit of coca cola out of his can before getting up to find his friend.
“Be careful, I bet Henry is trying to get us with one of his stupid jump scares.” Aaron said, as he grabbed the last baby KitKat to eat it. Oliver makes a pretend scary face like when people jump out at you at those cheesy carnival Halloween events. He then disappeared around the corner to find a way to get to the basement. Oliver believed he saw a door in the hallway. That could lead him to where he needed to go. Worse case, he finds a closet filled with junk or filthy magazines like his stepbrother’s closet. He heard Aaron and Max chitchat and walked pass him as he continued his search.
Oliver thinks he found the door he was looking for behind the staircase. The only problem is that there was a dresser in front of the door. As if someone was trying to keep something or a person, locked in the basement. The feline takes one end and tries to move it out of the way. His task to move it is harder than what he thought it would be. The dresser did not budge from its spot. When he looks to see why it was so heavy, he finds that the dresser was still full of clothes and odd trinkets. Oliver takes a step back because this is starting to frighten him. Maybe he should suggest to Henry that they should leave this place but did not want to be label a chicken by his friends nor his jerk of a brother.
He gathers up all the courage he could get and tries again to move the dresser. Oliver only shoved it aside by a small amount, but just enough to open the door, and get through a very narrow/small crack. The door shuts behind him after he got through; making him jump by the sound with his tail sticking high up in the air. He tries to open it back up, to his surprise, the door had somehow become locked. “Crap! Come on, open up!” Oliver implored in a quivering voice as he tries a few more times jiggling the door handle only be met with the previous results. 
He starts to bang on the door, yelling Max and Aaron’s names, hoping his other friends would hear him. Unbeknownst to him, the rabbit and snake continued their search on the second floor after Oliver left, and they were on the other side of the house where they could not hear his pleads for help. The feline did this for a couple of minutes before giving up, crying to himself, thinking this is just too much for him. He would need to find another way out, hoping that Henry could help him.
Oliver thought back to remember that Henry always seemed to know what to do no matter the predicament the group got themselves into. Heck, nothing frightens the German Sheperd. This is another reason Oliver looks up to him and some might even say love him. But he needed to get out of his own thoughts and back to his current dilemma. He was so scared, but that would not help him.
He wanted to find Henry so bad, to embrace him and feel safe in his arms. Like he did not so long ago at the sleep over with only him and Henry. He remembered that there was lightning and thunder all night which had scared him awake. He got up and hopped into Henry's bed. The older boy welcomes him with no complaints. Henry only had one rule in his bed. Both boys got naked and slept in the nude under the covers. Oliver shivering in fear while Henry comforted him.
The boy thought to himself as the memory faded. He asked only one question. What would Henry do in this situation which he knew automatically what his would do and say to him.
Oliver takes a moment to snap out of his thoughts, wiping the tears in his eyes, and gets back on track to finding his friend. He carefully goes down the stairs behind him using only using his flashlight to light the way. Right before he goes down the staircase, he heard strange noises that seemed to be coming from somewhere in the basement. "Henry! is that you?" he half shouted in a tremulous voice. "This isn't funny!" he protested as he shook in his shoes and struggled to keep the flashlight steady. His heart thumping so hard in his chest that he felt as if he was on the verge of suffering a heart attack.
Oliver slowly turned around the corner of the staircase when he got to the bottom. The only thing he saw is piles and piles of junk. It was like one of those episodes on the tv show ‘Hoarders’ with how much crap he could see. Oliver knew he needed to be extremely careful as he went through the basement. The feline started his search at one end while calling out for Henry and makes his way to the other end with no sign of his friend. 
This continued for five minutes before he found the stairs leading to the backyard outside. “HENRY!!!! This is not funny anymore. Come on out now.” Oliver yelled at the top of his lung with no one answering him back. He decided to go up the stairs leading to the backyard when suddenly his flashlight started to flicker. “NO… NO… NO…Don’t do this to me now” Oliver said with an anxious voice, hitting the contraption with his hand. Unfortunately, the flashlight only stayed on for another couple of seconds before it went dead.
Now he started to freak out due to being in complete darkness. He could not see what was going on, let alone, what is in front of him. He heard a small bang sound by him, making him jump, but he did not see anything. Before he could do or say anything, a big hand with a piece of cloth in it, wraps around Oliver’s mouth, while an arm wraps around his throat. Oliver tried to scream but the cloth muffles the sound, and as he tried to pry away from the arm around his neck with no success. It only took a few seconds before he passed out, either by the shock or the weird smell from the cloth.
-10 minutes later-
When Oliver came to, all that he noticed at first was that he had a splitting headache, and that if he tried to open his eyes, it got much, much worse. Only little by little, did the drumming inside his head begin to recede. Only then, did he become cognizant enough to realize that he did not remember how he had come to this. And where was “this” anyway. He was cold, that much he suddenly became aware of, but where was he?
Oliver tried to open his eyes, squinting as he struggled to contend with the dim light in the room. From the little he could make out; he could tell that he was not where he remembered being. Only as his eyes became adapted to the poor light in the room did he become aware that he was not alone. A shadow, which judging from the size of it, belonged to a large person loomed over him. That’s when Oliver realized that he was laid out on the ground, and that he was cold, and naked! He was naked, how? 
Worse, the more he comprehends his situation, a terrifying truth came to him. His hands were tied behind his back with what seemed like rope. Even his feet were tied together making it impossible for Oliver to stand up and run away. The fear proved too much for him as he tried to get out of the rope that bound him, causing a painful abrasion around his wrists and ankles in the process. No matter how hard he tried, the feline could not break free from his restraints. As if this wasn’t frightening enough, he heard an ominous sound. Thump, Thump, Thump! His heart felt like a drum reverberating in his chest. Oliver summoning up his courage, he lifted his head just in time to see a huge man walking towards him.
The figure was terrifying, tall, large, menacing wolf that approached him. So much so, that despite being tightly bound, Oliver wriggled himself almost upright and tried to hop away, but without success. Once, perhaps twice, he managed to bounce before toppling over, and hitting the unyielding concrete floor with a heavy thump. Fear stricken and nearly in tears, Oliver pleaded with the man, “What’s going on?  Where am I? What are you doing to me?”  In desperation, even the man had a chance to reply, Oliver began to shout for Henry, his only possible avenue of salvation, “HENRY! HENRY! HELP ME!”
Surely, If Henry was within hearing distance, he could come charging into the room to the rescue, untie, and take him away from this psycho. No matter how loud Oliver shouted, Henry did not respond or come to his rescue. Instead, the man stood next to him looking at him with an unsettling grin, almost as if he was enjoying watching him struggle and call for help.  The wolf let the boy continue for a couple of minutes before he bent down. “Who’s Henry? He wouldn’t happen to be the boy right over there; would he?” The man asked, as he pointed at something dangling by Oliver. He had been so busy paying attention to this man that he never perceived that something was by him this whole time.
Oliver followed the wolf’s finger, turning his head slowly until he realized what he was pointing to. At first, he did not believe is own eyes, tears running down his face, before the horrible truth hit him. There only a few inches off the floor, Oliver saw something that would haunt him for the rest of his life. 
There, in the dim light of the room, hang Henry. Naked, his body deathly still, and... DEAD! Henry was dead. How could he not be? A noose digging impossibly deep into the canine’s neck, his tongue protruding garishly out of his mouth, still drooling a tendril of saliva. His eyes bulging out of his red, almost purplish face, and between his legs... his penis swollen into a grotesque erection holding on its tip one last dangling drop of semen. Yet, Oliver hoped against the truth before him, peered into the German Shepard’s’ eyes hoping to prove himself wrong. How could Henry be dead, he couldn’t be, could he? But the longer Oliver looked into his friend’s pale blue eyes, the more he realized the truth.
Oliver broke his silence with a blood-curdling scream, “HENRY!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The poor boy weep uncontrollably to his hero’s demised. Oliver continued to cry out his friends name over and over, thinking there was no way Henry could be dead. The man got on with his plan not showing even an ounce of empathy to Oliver as he bent to his level. He took out two pieces of ropes that were already cut out of his pocket. With his brute strength, he uses one of the pieces to tie together the boy's knees causing him to yelp in pain in between his cries and used the other to wrap around Oliver’s torso. 
Some might say that the killer is relishing in this boy’s torment by his big smile. They would be wrong, this wolf is ecstatic of the mental damage he has inflicting on this boy, and the physical pain he was about to do too. The man just walks over to Henry’s pile of clothes in the corner to grab the dead boy’s underwear, puts it in his back pocket, than goes back to the distraught boy. Oliver could not take his eyes off his friend, thinking over and over why did this happened to them, and how this must be a horrible nightmare he was having. He did not realize what the man behind him was doing. 
The man had already thrown the noose over a big metal pipe on the ceiling, waiting for his opportunity to strike. When the boy looks down, without any words, the man puts the noose over the boy’s head, tightens it, and hoisting Oliver up, making him stand on his tiptoes. It happened so fast that Oliver did not have any time to react until the man started pulling on the rope causing him to yelp in pain. “Any last words little boy?” he asked, knowing he is going to enjoy killing this feline.
Oliver looks at Henry to say, “(sob) (sob) I’m so sorry! I just wish I had the courage to tell you that I loved you so much.” Knowing he is about to meet the same fate which horrifies him, but at the same time he welcomes it for causing his friends death. The man takes the underwear out of his back pocket and shoves it into the boy’s mouth, then starts to hoist him up more until his feet was only a few inches away from the floor.
As the rope bit into his neck while being lifted to Henry’s body level; Oliver decided on one thing. He would not give this monster the satisfaction of watching him die. He would die on his own term, even as his full weight cause the noose to dig deeper, the rope crushing his windpipe a little bit at a time. The pain is excruciating around his neck, but Oliver refused to move. It’s not like he would be able to do much being hanged with his feet and arms tied up.  He just keeps his eyes on Henry, trying to be brave in front of him. 
He gets as much air as he can get with his current situation, never enough to sustain him especially with Henry’s underwear being shoved into his mouth. Oliver tastes the musk, sweat, and urine stain coming from the underwear, soaking up his saliva, and making it harder for him to breathe or yell. If his situation wasn’t dire enough, Oliver starts to hear a faint ringing in his ears and the room was somehow getting darker and harder to see through his tears.
The killer kept looking at this boy thinking eventually he will dance just like the other boy. Oliver dangle there, not moving, for a solid minute before the pain was too much for him. By now, the rope had completely dug into his neck, causing his airway to be cut off. A small blue streak ran across his face the longer he went without air. Oliver tried to get some air to give his burning lungs some relief, but it never came. It was too much for him, that’s when he moves his feet and hands, hoping he could break the rope that bound them. This will never happen, and deep down, Oliver knew it.
Just as the man predicted, Oliver starts to squirm, but not as much as he wanted. Oliver still tried to resist moving too much, to his surprise, he found out that he also had an erection. He had no idea when he got one; his penis bouncing up and down every time he did anything. 
It would not be much longer for the boy after one more minute, the ringing in his ears stopped, his vision almost completely gone, and his movement became weaker the longer this continued. There is no word that can describe Oliver state of mind, one part of him was happy he was about to die, and another part of him feared what will happen to him after he dies. Will he go to heaven or hell? After all, he is the reason that Henry, him, and possibly his other friends are going to die tonight.
The wolf just watched this boy wiggle around, the boy had stop trying to break his bounds, accepting his fate, which made the man mad because he wasn’t getting any fun from Oliver’s demise. He hoped this boy’s other friends would give him more enjoyment from their deaths.
Oliver felt a surge run from his head, all the way down to his feet, causing him to lift his legs up to where his knees could touch his belly. Then suddenly and as hard as he could, Oliver kicked down. The boy had no idea what he was doing nor any control over his body anymore. He pushes is hips up into the air, shooting his first and last cum, with it landing on Henry’s body. This was the last thing Oliver felt as his vision went completely dark, then a flash of light blinded him.
When the flash of light faded, the most amazing thing happened, Oliver was not in the creepy room anymore nor was the man in sight. It took him a minute to realize he was in Henry’s room and in his bed. Oliver heard the thunderstorm outside and saw the flashing light from lightning. He had no idea what was going on, trying to figure out what had happened, when he feels light breathing on his neck. He turned around to see a sleeping Henry right by him.
He is so excited to see him alive that without thinking about it, he gives Henry a quick kiss on the lips, causing the sleeping boy to gradually wake up. “(yawn) Uh, Oliver what are you doing?” asked Henry, he started to wipe his eyes as Oliver tries to explain everything that happened, extremely fast and to the best of his ability. When he got to the end, he whispers the part where he said he loves Henry.
Henry does not say anything for what seems like eternity, he wraps his arms around Oliver’s naked body, and says in a calming voice “Hey, it’s okay buddy. You just had a bad dream.”. All the sudden, the canine gives Oliver a kiss on his lips and did not break away until after a minute had gone by. “By the way, I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time. I love you, Oliver! I hoped you felt the same way.” Henry said while looking at the boy, his heart felt like it was going a mile a minute.
Oliver is shocked, and at the same time relieved to hear Henry say those words to him. The only thing he could do is wrap his arms around the naked boy’s waist, look him in the eyes, “I’m so happy you said that. I love you too Henry!”, then gives Henry another passionate kiss. Henry breaks the kiss one more time, “Don’t worry Oliver, we are safe, and nobody can ever hurt us.”, then continues their kissing. Both boys hear the rain and lightning outside as they have their fun, with the lightning’s flashes washing over the room and their bodies.
The wolf has waited for several minutes, with only a twitching here or there, until Oliver completely stopped moving. He knew the boy was dead, tied the end of the rope to the metal pipe above him and the corpse, then let’s go of it. He walks over to the swinging deceased to see that the boy had cry to the very end. This man gets up real close to Oliver’s puff, reddish face and starts to lick the tears off. “You might have not been much fun, but I still enjoyed murdering you. Now it’s time for your other friends to meet their fate.” He said with a smile on his face as he walked away from the two dead bodies.