Who: Tristan Rivers and Constantine Rivers What: Constantine develops a fear of tight spaces... Where: Foster home in Norwich When: October 18th 1987 Status: Pre-thread || Incomplete Rating: Low
It was just supposed to be a game. Just a game! Hide and seek! It was just supposed to be a game, but now Constantine was trapped and terrified.
The rain outside was so heavy you could barely see the end of the garden, and roads had been flooded for two days. It was a strictly no-play area for Tristan and Taff. The two brothers were left to their own devices in the four bed-room semi-detached house belonging to a Mr and Mrs Hayes.
No screaming. No shouting. No running. The rules limited what they could play to chess, draughts or hide and seek and hide and seek seemed like the best option. So it was Tristan's turn to be it, and Taff had hurried away, with every intention that his brother would have to give up long before he'd stand a chance of finding him. Six years old, Taff was under the opinion that he knew all the best hiding spaces. But this one needed to be new, and exciting, and somewhere Tristan wouldn't think to look.
Taff'd chosen the basement in the end. It was full of boxes and old things Mr and Mrs Hayes no longer wanted, but didn't have the heart to dispose of. And dust, lots and lots of dust. Taff had looked through most of the boxes to no avail. Everything was full! Everything, that was, except an old, leather travelling trunk. He climbed in, giggling happily at his choice. Tristan wouldn't stand a chance!
Taff kicked around the objects at the bottom of the trunk, a few letters, jewellery boxes and assorted objects he had no care for. He wasn't careful though, and all the shifted around to make space for himself knocked the lid, which slammed down upon him, flicking the clasp down as well. Taff was plunged into darkness, and the lid wouldn't move.