Chapter 1: The curse
The wind rushed in the trees. I froze, my smaller sister's blanket trailing. Once, twice, there was a piercing scream. I watched, as the haunted house drew nearer, I fainted. The scream was mine.
As I woke up, I realized I was alone. My sister had to have been in one place. The wind lifted my blonde hair from my head. My name is Emily Basillan. I was left on my own a lifetime ago.
Anyways, I could see her. I knew I did. She went inside the creepy house. I
Just then, a hissing voice said, "Who are you..." I let out a scream, my face pale. I let out all the fright in one long breath. I smacked my hands against the icy breeze.
Huh. Nothing there. I guessed it was just my imagination.
I quietly tiptoed inside the victorian mansion. The first room was decorated, being the main hall, with ornate-- but scary! --stairs, a couple of coat hooks, and shadows of what I at least hoped were shadows. I shivered. My eyes were drawn up to a strange oil portrait of a shriveled old man who appeared to be staring at me a cold icy glare. I lifted a shaking foot onto the first stair and the next and so on until I was on the 2nd floor. I noticed a small room where a door was left ajar.I made up my mind to open it, but promised myself it would only be worth it if I found Gina. I looked around inside the room. There was a plaque placed behind the faded, empty gilten bed. I, feeling light headed, looked at it. It read:
I declare this mansion fine
to be cursed by colly feline.
Thy covered in vine
which must yet entwine
For this house was never
a joy mine
Thy house shall never be fair
Oh thy dwellers, be aware
Of your worst nightmare.
This will be at 12:00 time
Post Meridiam grime
Never shall these words be mimed:
Be prepared you ignorant host
of this matter importance most
at this hour you’ll see a ghost
not one but 91 at your bedpost
When you sit at the hour by your stair...
Jalim Porpola Calé BALIMA
I found this information enchanting and somewhat scary. According to the plaque, this haunted house was... real!
Chapter 2: Peril
When I got out of the room I was shivering like crazy. I crossed the floor, almost not, to be honest! I heard a low moan. “Mmm...let me free... help me...help!” It seemed to utter. I listened. Again it was as quiet as death. I listened. What was that? I lifted a shaking hand to my ear and all I heard was my icy heartbeat and the presence of someone--or something, to be exact-- watching me.
I peered into the darkness. What was this? I thought. I pondered. What if there was another room? And then I heard it in a low, raspy voice, scraping at the chalkboard of my life. I heard, “It happened 200 years ago, human. “ “What happened?’ I wanted to ask, but this was not a person talking to me. I looked. All I saw was a small light, much like a torch. “Jalim Porpola Calé Balima...” It hissed. I could see some kind of a truly evil face, staring me in a way that chilled my bones like ice. I stared at it back. Where was Gina when I needed her? Thinking of my missing sister made me shake. I looked for the dim light coming from the cracks in the poorly boarded window. I tried to peel the rotten boards off, trying to catch a glimpse of the ghost that had scared me so much. That was #1.
Standing on my calloused toes to see outside, this was the scary scene I saw: Twisted, gloomy, broken trees framed the graveyard. The earth it mounted itself on was dry, cracked, and I’m pretty sure I saw a silver bone creep out of the earth. I tried to cover myself with the boards, but they crashed to the ground and vines started to come out of the window. I was too petrified to speak. So this was what the curse was like. I stepped back and tripped on a mouse skeleton. A gray dark shadow oozed out. That was number #2.
I wondered, no, knew this was the curse taking effect! I had two questions: Where was Gina, and what in the world would happen if I didn’t find in her time?
I crawled on my feet to a door. I opened it. With a low, depressing groan it let loose. I crept in. A candelebra was melting on an old fashioned table. I took it, sucking on the burn on my finger. A cup of moonwater was also on the tiny cabinet. The mirror, though, was too dusty and faded to see anything but a shadow, much unlike my own. I relit the candle. I gasped as the light showed me an creepy library. I saw a big bookshelf with books, their topics relating to the sinister room they were shelved in. An uncomfortable-looking armchair rested in a corner with the bony wood scraping the inside of the chair. I sit in it, wincing as the sharp wood dug under my thin bones. I looked up and saw a picture of a house, its windows and doors covered in boards, and the ‘go away’ sign beckoning the character away. I figured out this was a picture of a house. Just then, I accidentally knocked the painting off the nail. It crashed down and collapsed on a stack of books.
The frame split in two, and on the back of the canvas was a detailed map of the haunted house. I struggled to find the library. I found it. And there was another room attatched to it! I only saw one door. And then it dawned on me. Usually haunted houses had a secret room of some kind! I brushed my fingers across the bookshelf. There it was! My heart beat as I opened the splintery cabinet. I went inside. It was a rather dim room, and I saw a cauldron on the floor. A snake-like ghost crept around me, as if saying, “Silly human...”... I cupped my hand over my mouth. If I hadn’t I would have screamed. That was #3.
Chapter 3: The Graveyard
I ran to the wall, pounding on it to let it open. It let loose, and I thrust myself into the thick bramble, crying out with pain. I squirmed out, my patchwork quilt bloodstained in some places. I came across a graveyard as I walked through a thorny trellis built into an aged stone wall. On one side was the graveyard; on the other was a patch of witch hazel and nightshade. I aimed toward the graveyard as vines crept out of the house.
It was quaint and creepy. I could see the dark shadow of the cursed house looming over me. I remembered Gina. Where was she? Was she safe? I hoped the answer was yes. Just then I tripped over a gravestone. The skeleton creeped out of the soil and grasped me. “Aaaaahh!!!!!!!!”
I screamed. I hit, pushed, scraped its bony talons off me as I ran to the waterfall and jumped in, determined to stop the bleeding from the thorns and the skeleton that was following me, drooling with enthusiasm. I ran onto the window, breaking the glass as I threw the vines onto the skeleton, who collapsed on its own grave. Number 4 was done. I was just about to go in when #’s 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11 came after me. I dove inside and pulled the boards down on them. “Go away, go away,” I said through clenched teeth. I ran into a door, cracking it all the way down. I skidded across the floor and jumped out the splintery window witha bump and a horrid sprain coming from the very marrow of my weak bones. I landed in front of a pale figure of a girl who
unpleasantly resembled Gina. She wore a colorful quilt and a happy face full of invisible misery. I could barely tell who she was, but she wasn’t Gina.
She was... a ghost.
Chapter 4: Ghostly Gina
I was so scared. But there was no time to be so. A deafening smash from the hall had my eyes widened and turned to the noise. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The first thing I saw was a skull, and then the skull disappeared and in front of me was the ugliest creature I had seen in my life. There it was cackling, looking at me with such fire that I wanted to scream and jump out of the window. Try as I might, I couldn’t scream because my mouth was dry. The next thing I heard was a shriek and a smack as the witch discinigrated right in front of my own eyes. I bit my lip and walked across the room, trying to open the door. And then I heard something. A moan... wailing for someone. “Emilie... Emilie...”
It was me! Gina was calling! “Gina!!! Are you okay? Speak to meee!!!” I listened for a reply. There was none. I felt like crying.
The wind rushed in the trees. I froze, my smaller sister's blanket trailing. Once, twice, there was a piercing scream. I watched, as the haunted house drew nearer, I fainted. The scream was mine.
As I woke up, I realized I was alone. My sister had to have been in one place. The wind lifted my blonde hair from my head. My name is Emily Basillan. I was left on my own a lifetime ago.
Anyways, I could see her. I knew I did. She went inside the creepy house. I
Just then, a hissing voice said, "Who are you..." I let out a scream, my face pale. I let out all the fright in one long breath. I smacked my hands against the icy breeze.
Huh. Nothing there. I guessed it was just my imagination.
I quietly tiptoed inside the victorian mansion. The first room was decorated, being the main hall, with ornate-- but scary! --stairs, a couple of coat hooks, and shadows of what I at least hoped were shadows. I shivered. My eyes were drawn up to a strange oil portrait of a shriveled old man who appeared to be staring at me a cold icy glare. I lifted a shaking foot onto the first stair and the next and so on until I was on the 2nd floor. I noticed a small room where a door was left ajar.I made up my mind to open it, but promised myself it would only be worth it if I found Gina. I looked around inside the room. There was a plaque placed behind the faded, empty gilten bed. I, feeling light headed, looked at it. It read:
I declare this mansion fine
to be cursed by colly feline.
Thy covered in vine
which must yet entwine
For this house was never
a joy mine
Thy house shall never be fair
Oh thy dwellers, be aware
Of your worst nightmare.
This will be at 12:00 time
Post Meridiam grime
Never shall these words be mimed:
Be prepared you ignorant host
of this matter importance most
at this hour you’ll see a ghost
not one but 91 at your bedpost
When you sit at the hour by your stair...
Jalim Porpola Calé BALIMA
I found this information enchanting and somewhat scary. According to the plaque, this haunted house was... real!
Chapter 2: Peril
When I got out of the room I was shivering like crazy. I crossed the floor, almost not, to be honest! I heard a low moan. “Mmm...let me free... help me...help!” It seemed to utter. I listened. Again it was as quiet as death. I listened. What was that? I lifted a shaking hand to my ear and all I heard was my icy heartbeat and the presence of someone--or something, to be exact-- watching me.
I peered into the darkness. What was this? I thought. I pondered. What if there was another room? And then I heard it in a low, raspy voice, scraping at the chalkboard of my life. I heard, “It happened 200 years ago, human. “ “What happened?’ I wanted to ask, but this was not a person talking to me. I looked. All I saw was a small light, much like a torch. “Jalim Porpola Calé Balima...” It hissed. I could see some kind of a truly evil face, staring me in a way that chilled my bones like ice. I stared at it back. Where was Gina when I needed her? Thinking of my missing sister made me shake. I looked for the dim light coming from the cracks in the poorly boarded window. I tried to peel the rotten boards off, trying to catch a glimpse of the ghost that had scared me so much. That was #1.
Standing on my calloused toes to see outside, this was the scary scene I saw: Twisted, gloomy, broken trees framed the graveyard. The earth it mounted itself on was dry, cracked, and I’m pretty sure I saw a silver bone creep out of the earth. I tried to cover myself with the boards, but they crashed to the ground and vines started to come out of the window. I was too petrified to speak. So this was what the curse was like. I stepped back and tripped on a mouse skeleton. A gray dark shadow oozed out. That was number #2.
I wondered, no, knew this was the curse taking effect! I had two questions: Where was Gina, and what in the world would happen if I didn’t find in her time?
I crawled on my feet to a door. I opened it. With a low, depressing groan it let loose. I crept in. A candelebra was melting on an old fashioned table. I took it, sucking on the burn on my finger. A cup of moonwater was also on the tiny cabinet. The mirror, though, was too dusty and faded to see anything but a shadow, much unlike my own. I relit the candle. I gasped as the light showed me an creepy library. I saw a big bookshelf with books, their topics relating to the sinister room they were shelved in. An uncomfortable-looking armchair rested in a corner with the bony wood scraping the inside of the chair. I sit in it, wincing as the sharp wood dug under my thin bones. I looked up and saw a picture of a house, its windows and doors covered in boards, and the ‘go away’ sign beckoning the character away. I figured out this was a picture of a house. Just then, I accidentally knocked the painting off the nail. It crashed down and collapsed on a stack of books.
The frame split in two, and on the back of the canvas was a detailed map of the haunted house. I struggled to find the library. I found it. And there was another room attatched to it! I only saw one door. And then it dawned on me. Usually haunted houses had a secret room of some kind! I brushed my fingers across the bookshelf. There it was! My heart beat as I opened the splintery cabinet. I went inside. It was a rather dim room, and I saw a cauldron on the floor. A snake-like ghost crept around me, as if saying, “Silly human...”... I cupped my hand over my mouth. If I hadn’t I would have screamed. That was #3.
Chapter 3: The Graveyard
I ran to the wall, pounding on it to let it open. It let loose, and I thrust myself into the thick bramble, crying out with pain. I squirmed out, my patchwork quilt bloodstained in some places. I came across a graveyard as I walked through a thorny trellis built into an aged stone wall. On one side was the graveyard; on the other was a patch of witch hazel and nightshade. I aimed toward the graveyard as vines crept out of the house.
It was quaint and creepy. I could see the dark shadow of the cursed house looming over me. I remembered Gina. Where was she? Was she safe? I hoped the answer was yes. Just then I tripped over a gravestone. The skeleton creeped out of the soil and grasped me. “Aaaaahh!!!!!!!!”
I screamed. I hit, pushed, scraped its bony talons off me as I ran to the waterfall and jumped in, determined to stop the bleeding from the thorns and the skeleton that was following me, drooling with enthusiasm. I ran onto the window, breaking the glass as I threw the vines onto the skeleton, who collapsed on its own grave. Number 4 was done. I was just about to go in when #’s 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, and 11 came after me. I dove inside and pulled the boards down on them. “Go away, go away,” I said through clenched teeth. I ran into a door, cracking it all the way down. I skidded across the floor and jumped out the splintery window witha bump and a horrid sprain coming from the very marrow of my weak bones. I landed in front of a pale figure of a girl who
unpleasantly resembled Gina. She wore a colorful quilt and a happy face full of invisible misery. I could barely tell who she was, but she wasn’t Gina.
She was... a ghost.
Chapter 4: Ghostly Gina
I was so scared. But there was no time to be so. A deafening smash from the hall had my eyes widened and turned to the noise. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The first thing I saw was a skull, and then the skull disappeared and in front of me was the ugliest creature I had seen in my life. There it was cackling, looking at me with such fire that I wanted to scream and jump out of the window. Try as I might, I couldn’t scream because my mouth was dry. The next thing I heard was a shriek and a smack as the witch discinigrated right in front of my own eyes. I bit my lip and walked across the room, trying to open the door. And then I heard something. A moan... wailing for someone. “Emilie... Emilie...”
It was me! Gina was calling! “Gina!!! Are you okay? Speak to meee!!!” I listened for a reply. There was none. I felt like crying.
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