Дмитрий Леонтьев – Don't trust anyone (страница 2)

“F*ck you!” he cried out and gave the flat tyre a kick, “f*ck you!”

Jimmy took a deep breath to calm down. He managed to pull himself together, went up to the trunk. Hardly had he opened it and started fumbling for the tools, when he heard someone stomping at the front of the car, followed by some rustling and whispering.

Jimmy raised his head, didn’t see anybody and just pricked up his ears.

“Must have been my imagination again,” he thought and immediately ducked down into the trunk.

The rustling noises repeated and Jimmy could distinctly hear the sound of a closing passenger door.

“Who’s there?” he asked loudly and rushed to the driver’s door.

Several times he looked around the car and seeing nothing touched the handle and opened the door.

“Jesus!” he shouted and made one step back.

On the passenger seat lay his already dead phone and a dirty head of a doll.

Jimmy felt overwhelmed with immense evil. He grabbed the head in his hand, turned around and yelled, “Who’s done this? Whose stupid joke is it?”

His voice echoed off the mountains.

He threw the head as far away as he could.

“Anybody here?” he yelled. There was no answer.

“Devil,” he whispered, walked around the car and got in.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” he cursed hitting the steering wheel with his hands.

Breathing heavily, Jimmy frowned when he caught sight of a male figure going inside of a house not far away in the distance.

“Hey!” Jimmy called out and jumped out of the car, “wait a minute!”

“Wait for me!” he kept begging the man while running. At last Jimmy approached the door which the man had entered a second earlier.

Jimmy tried the handle and pushed the door open. It was dark and empty inside.

“Is anybody here?” he asked not daring to step inside.

“I saw you!” he added, “I need help! My car…”

He wanted to explain his situation but didn’t see anybody.

He thought that his only chance to find help was to get inside. There might be no more people for miles away.

Jimmy dared to walk in and crossed the threshold.

CHAPTER 4

It was darker inside the house than outside. Jimmy was stepping slowly trying not to stumble over anything. He found himself in a long corridor. First he looked left then right.

The man in a blue shirt was standing at the far end of the corridor. Seeing Jimmy he went into a room on the left.

Jimmy did not know what was going on in the house but he definitely noticed that the head of that man was covered with a sack.

“Why?” Jimmy asked himself.

“Wait for me!” he commanded and quickly made a step forward towards the man.

Eventually, Jimmy neared the room and went inside.

The room was empty. Jimmy walked to the middle of the room. He could see strange things on the walls: animal skulls, bones, and hides.

Observing them he did not notice how he came close to a broken window.

“What the hell?” he thought.

He looked out and shivered. There was again that little girl he had almost run over earlier that day. The girl smiled at him and ran away laughing happily.

“What an odd town!” flashed through his mind and he heard a rustling noise behind him.

There was someone in the corridor walking past the room where Jimmy was standing.

Jimmy ran out into the corridor and looked to the left. There was that man with a sack on his head.

“Could you help me?” Jimmy asked cautiously and took one step towards the man.

The man bent his head but did not answer.

“Could you…” Jimmy wanted to repeat the request but caught sight of the man taking out a shovel from behind the back.

Jimmy started to get annoyed and slowly stepped back.

The man kept standing, his head bent to the other side now.

The next moment the man, having the shovel at the ready, sprinted towards Jimmy.

Feeling nervous, Jimmy turned around and darted for the door.

Running through the dark corridor, Jimmy almost missed the exit but, luckily, rapidly zigged to the right and, at last, left the wicked house. Near the exit, there was lying the doll’s head.

“Sh*t!” he spat and, with fear in his eyes, ran away from the house.

CHAPTER 5

Jimmy kept running for quite a while and stopped only when he saw a signboard outside a building which read “Hostel”.

“Thank God!” ran through his head.

“I’ll spend the night here and early in the morning tomorrow I’m going to leave this town any way,” he talked to himself gasping from the recent sprint.

Having calmed down, Jimmy opened the door and entered the hostel.

“Anybody here?” he called out loudly.

But instead of an answer he heard silence.

Jimmy walked a little further inside and repeated the question, “Is anybody…”

“What the hell are you yelling for?” someone interrupted him from the back.

Immediately, Jimmy turned around and saw a man in tight scruffy clothes and with a smouldering cigarette butt in his mouth.

“I’m talking to you,” said the man, “Why, the hell, are you shouting?” He coughed once from the cigarette smoke.

“Oh,” Jimmy sighed with relief, “thank God there’s someone alive here!”

The man stared at him in bewilderment.

“I need a room!” Jimmy managed to utter recovering control of his emotions.

“Come here!” the man summoned Jimmy to the registration desk.

“What’s your name? What the hell brought you here?” the stranger enquired.

“My name’s Jimmy! And I was planning to meet with a girl down here, but I think she deceived me,” Jimmy responded.

“A girl!” the man teased him, his voice sounded disgusting. Then he put out his cigarette.