A somewhat scary story [Request]
The abandoned district

Assignment: A story about HarumiLove4’s OCs Darius and Melville (please check Description for some proper informations).
Rough plot-infos: “Darius and Melville are lost in a spooky and empty looking town at night. Darius is freaking out at every single sound he hears, while Melville rudely telling Darius to stop being so scared."

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“Oh please, Melville, why not?”

“It’s a stupid idea, why should I even agree?”

“Because we’re friends?”

“…Fine.” The older grumbled, not even trying to make eye-contact.

“Yay!” the black-haired man, named Darius, jumped up out of joy, just like a 7-year-old would do when he got a toy car from his dad to his birthday. It was indeed important for him that Melville would come along. To tell the truth, he was a bit scared when he thought about his ‘plan’ he wanted to proceed, so it was wonderful that his friend Melville wanted to accompany him.
Melville on the other side wasn’t that joyful to have to help Darius with his stupid ‘plan’. He couldn’t even suffer him. But, oh well, a little walk outside would at least be better than sitting any longer in this horrible shop.

Darius ‘plan’ was kind of simple.
Rumors spoke about an abandoned part of the city they lived in. The rumors split up in different reasons why a whole district became shuttered and deserted. It seemed kind of ridiculous that a whole district isn’t inhabitant by anyone anymore. Darius was eager to find out what happened to the abandoned district, but was too scared to go look by him. One reason may be the scariest story he read about the abandoned district.

The story was about a crazy scientist who had made (gen-) experiments with humans and may still do. The lost souls of his human guinea pigs are now, if you believe in the story, cursed to keep on living in their deformed bodies. To satisfy the scientist, that he won’t misuse the guinea pigs again for his mad experiments and deform them even more, they search for lost travelers who dare to come near the abandoned district to give them to the doctor.

Melville laughed about these stories. It was way too ludicrous to be real. Darius wasn’t that stupid to believe in those stories, but it still had some terrifying realism in it, right?


Because of a clichéd way of coincidences the destiny had laid out ready for the two mean, it was early evening as they reached the beginning of the abandoned district.
Melville put out a flashlight he had brought with him in a bag pack.
“Hey, what do you think we’re gonna find here?” Darius asked curiously looking at the long ropes of ivy hanging of most of the buildings. It had some kind of post-apocalyptic world ending in it. Most of the houses were either to the half ruined or overgrown with ivy. Nowhere was a sight of light or life.

“We won’t find anything here,” Melville asked, quite monotone. “It’s a waste of time, I tell you. Those fairy tales are something to scare little kids.”
Just as an ominous presage – or only just to show Melville that he’s wrong – a howling sound was heard from one of the houses a bit further ahead. The sudden sound burned itself marrow-deep. Darius jumped in astonishment and hid behind his taller friend. Even Melville reacted a bit tensed and scanned the region with the flashlight before forcing himself to calm down.
“Let’s just go through this alley and get back,” Melville suggested. Not that he was scared or anything, he just had a bad feeling.

Darius agreed, trying to get some optimism into his mind again. He forced himself to show some braveness and went ahead; Melville followed.
Not much footsteps later, there was again this howling, far away. But suddenly there was a loud ‘CRACK’ which let Darius make a little scream, until he recognized that he just tapped on an old limb. Melville would normally just roll his eyes but just as Darius trapped aside to look at what made the sound, he saw a glittering pair of reddish-eyes in one of the ruined houses at the end of the alley. For a couple of moments he just stand there and stared at the threatening real looking eyes, before Darius asked him, why he looked so shocked.
“Tz, don’t be a pussycat.” Melville said covering his confusion about what he just saw.


“I guess you’re right, Melville. Here isn’t anything strange, just old stone and ivy. Let’s get back to town.” Melville looked again at the place he thought to have seen the eyes; there was nothing, just darkness and emptiness. Did he begin to imagine things now?