Demon In My View

“I still don’t see the why we have to come all the way over here for a couple pictures.” Johnny mumbled from the backseat half-asleep.

“Because Orange County doesn’t have a ‘haunted asylum’.” Matt turned to look at him and rolled his eyes; Brian snorted. Zack cracked an eye open then sighed and found a more comfortable position against Jimmy, who was leaning against the window fast asleep. They had left sunny and warm Orange County at the ungodly hour of five in the morning, after a quick two and a half hour flight they were plunked down in the middle of cold and dreary nowhere and they were heading further into he abyss with a grueling five hour drive to the asylum with absolutely nothing to look at.

“God this is almost like being back in the van.” Brian took his hand off the wheel to rub his eyes and then reclined against his seat with a tired sigh.

“I don’t see the connection.” Matt answered curling into the passenger seat.

“Its way too early in the fuckin’ morning and it feels like we’re driving to the other end of the fuckin’ country.”

“Definitely way too early, but it’s only a five hour drive instead of eight.” Matt countered.

“Well it feels like eight.” Brian grumbled; Matt snorted and turned around to ask Johnny a question, after a moment he laughed quietly, “We could just use this as our promo for the new album.” Synyster looked in the rearview mirror and snickered; Jimmy was asleep against the window with Zack curled next to him using his shoulder as a pillow and Johnny had his arms wrapped securely around the guitarist’s waist and was snoring lightly with his head tucked against Zack’s arm.

Johnny bolted upright with a short scream, scaring the hell out of everyone else in the car.

“Jesus Johnny! What?!” Brian jumped up and whipped around.

“Sorry guys, nightmare.” Johnny’s face was pale and his hands shook.

“Shit man, you scared the hell outta us!” Matt whispered, he reached to the back seat and gently ran his fingers down his cheek. Johnny relaxed a little, his hands stopped shaking but his face was still pale; Brian was still looking at him worriedly over the seat.

“Brian…who’s driving?” Zack’s face was almost as pale as Johnny’s when he realized both Matt and Syn were turned towards them.

“Huh? Oh, no one, we’re here.” Synyster smiled and reached back to muss Zack’s hair, Zack swatted his hand away and snuggled closer to Rev again. Jimmy looked around, “Where is everyone?” the overgrown parking lot and the long drive into the asylum were deserted.

“The crew called and said their flight got delayed, they should be here in like an hour.” Matt sighed resting his cheek against the headrest; the three in the backseat groaned.

“What are we gonna do for an hour.” Brian grumbled looking out the window into the gray day.

“I say we wander around this creepy place and see if we can find some ghosts.” Jimmy unfastened his seatbelt and opened his door letting an icy wind rip through the car.

“Meh, I say we stay where it’s warm.” Zack said curling himself against the cold. Brian and Matt laughed and opened their own doors, “C’mon pansy, it’s not that cold.” Matt laughed getting out. Johnny quietly looked out the window at the dreary sky and the naked trees that lined the small weed infested parking lot.

“Johnny, you okay?” Zack whispered slipping an arm around his torso and pulling him close, Johnny nodded after a moment and turned so he could rest his head on Zack’s shoulder.

“You guys comin’?” Matt knocked on the window, making Johnny jump.

“You wanna go?” Zack made a face at Matt and gave Johnny a gentle squeeze; Matt laughed and flipped him off then started after Synyster and Rev. Johnny sighed and nodded, he reached over and opened the door and another gust of chilling wind swirled through the car. Zack followed him out, the trio in front of them stopped and waited when they heard the door close, by the time Johnny and Zack caught up to them the wind was blowing even harder and the temperature was dropping.

The drive was lined with massive, twisted trees that reached their gnarled fingers to the sky almost as if they were pleading for the coming storm to strike them down. Their limbs were stripped of leaves yet they still cast an ominous shadow across the lane. Zack fleetingly thought of just going back to the car, but he shuddered at the thought of being alone in this place.

“Not that cold?” Zack playfully shoved Matt into Jimmy, the singer shoved him back, “It wasn’t when you were bitchin’ about it.” Zack swiped at him but the singer easily dodged the hit and jogged further down the drive taunting him. Zack looked around for something to throw at him when something caught his eye; he left the leaf covered, gravel drive and headed for the overgrown lawn.

There in the thick grass he found a dull silver bracelet, the chain was broken but the flat piece of metal was still attached. Zack picked it up and rubbed off the thick coat of dirt and grime that covered the metal plate, DN392SE666. Zack felt a small chill run down his spine when he saw ‘666’ but shook it off. He looked around some more, Matt totally forgotten, and saw something else glint in the dull light of the day under a group of scraggily bushes a few feet away. He started toward it and then stopped, he felt adrenaline spike through his system, his heart stuttered in his chest, he broke out into a cold sweat, and tasted the coppery tang of fear in his mouth, and he stumbled away from the bushes back onto the path. He dropped the bracelet and ran to catch up with his friends.

A/N: I think the beginning kinda drags but don’t fret children, the real creepy fun will be first on the list for the next chapter =D
This is my first shot at a horror story so this might take a day or two to update while I try to figure some things out, but I’ll not abandon it, ‘cause I’m a good author like that ^_^