Password to PERIL!!
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.
Why is she a ghost? My thoughts echoed inside my head, which felt light. But I had my own problems outside of myself. A snakelike being appeared in front of me. I knew better than to go backwards; there was a wall behind me. So I ran across the room, although my legs were swollen. Exactly why they were swollen was a mystery to me, having lived outside with absolutely no schooling whatsoever, but at least I knew enough to keep running! The beast tore after me, hissing under his breath and snatching for the air. And then the snake caught up with
me, blocking my narrow path to freedom.
And then a wispy figure appeared in front of me.
Of course, by now I was used to all the appearing and disappearing.
But it was Gina! She tugged on my hand and before I knew what had happened, Gina was not a ghost anymore and I... I was locked in a creepy, eery, dismal room with her!
Chapter 5:The Hidden Chamber
The entire room had a kind of eery feeling about it. Gauzy cloth hung from the windows. On the bed that reminded me of a brown leaf pile with heaps of patched cloth on it that I guess people call a scare-crow. I could see another door that didn’t look locked, so I opened it. It was just abathroom, with swarms of wasps and bats living in the toilet. I shut the door as soon as I was able to get out of the room.
I noticed something that just might allow me to figure out where I was-- The sign!
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
And then I noticed something I hadn’t before. In tiny letters, underneath this stanza, I read:
But it might be yours.
Why hadn’t I noticed this?
“Emilie, look! A secret door!”
I spun around. “Here!” Gina dropped her patchwork quilt and stuck her pinky in a tiny hole.
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.
Why is she a ghost? My thoughts echoed inside my head, which felt light. But I had my own problems outside of myself. A snakelike being appeared in front of me. I knew better than to go backwards; there was a wall behind me. So I ran across the room, although my legs were swollen. Exactly why they were swollen was a mystery to me, having lived outside with absolutely no schooling whatsoever, but at least I knew enough to keep running! The beast tore after me, hissing under his breath and snatching for the air. And then the snake caught up with
me, blocking my narrow path to freedom.
And then a wispy figure appeared in front of me.
Of course, by now I was used to all the appearing and disappearing.
But it was Gina! She tugged on my hand and before I knew what had happened, Gina was not a ghost anymore and I... I was locked in a creepy, eery, dismal room with her!
Chapter 5:The Hidden Chamber
The entire room had a kind of eery feeling about it. Gauzy cloth hung from the windows. On the bed that reminded me of a brown leaf pile with heaps of patched cloth on it that I guess people call a scare-crow. I could see another door that didn’t look locked, so I opened it. It was just abathroom, with swarms of wasps and bats living in the toilet. I shut the door as soon as I was able to get out of the room.
I noticed something that just might allow me to figure out where I was-- The sign!
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
And then I noticed something I hadn’t before. In tiny letters, underneath this stanza, I read:
But it might be yours.
Why hadn’t I noticed this?
“Emilie, look! A secret door!”
I spun around. “Here!” Gina dropped her patchwork quilt and stuck her pinky in a tiny hole.
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