Book Entry

so here is a entry to the book im co writing with my friends. this is going to be "Beth's" memories of a story her mother told her. the book we are writing is action/horror/ supernatural.. so this entry is written by me and edited by Ashton Steele :) hope you like it.

Dark shadows haunt that house. Horrid memories lurk in those walls….

There once lived a little girl, who filled her house with light. She had a head full of yellow curls, matched with bright blue eyes that sparkled with delight. She lived in a world full of giggles, bubbles, and toys. Plus, there was always mommy’s love which made her smile with joy.

The house was beautiful, and in the girl’s eyes, as big as a castle. Its white walls rose high with elegant columns. The staircases were large and twisted in marvelous artistic ways.  Chandeliers of the most expensive collections hung from the ceilings.

It was big enough to have a different adventure each day. The girl ran around as she played with her friends, always finding fun places in the house that she had never seen or been before. They found hidden rooms in the walls, traps in the halls, and secrets in the attic.

Her mommy heard laughs and whispers in the middle of the night. She walked slowly through the halls, searching for the cause of the noise. As the whispers grew louder, she stopped and looked around.  There were no rooms in this hall, but the voices were coming from the wall.

She placed her ear to the mural covering the tall wall on the right side of the hallway.

“Where is the treasure?” She heard her daughter ask, giggling.

“In the attic.” A deep, rough voice said.

Her mother began to panic. No one should be in the house except her and her daughter. She searched desperately to find a way into the hidden room, but was unable to find one. She pushed against the wall with all her might, 

finding that the door, when pushed, budged and began to open.

There, in the dusty room, sat a small table. Her daughter sat cross-legged by it, her eyes wide as she spotted her mommy. Her mommy rushed in and grabbed her daughter, looking around the room, but finding no one.

The room was lit with a small candle, revealing weird symbols on the cracked walls. There was nowhere for anyone to escape besides the door she just entered, so how then, did the man disappear so quickly?

“Where is the man?” The mother asked her daughter franticly.

“He’s standing right there.” The girl said, pointing by the candle.

There was nothing there except a shadow against the wall, somehow slowly taking the shape of a man. There was nothing there to make that shadow.  Suddenly, the candle blew out. Startled, the mother backed slowly out of the room.

“He’s in the attic, mommy.” The little girl said smiling brightly up at her. “He has a treasure for me.”

The little girl squirmed in her mother’s arms until she released her. The girl began running through the house toward the attic. Her mommy, screaming for her to stop, chased after her. Somehow, she knew she must not enter that attic. Something evil was in that house.

Lights began to shatter as the little girl ran past them. Floors began to creak. As the girl ran up the stairs, they began to violently shake, making the mother stumble. The expensive crystal chandeliers fell in slow motion as the wires disconnected in mid-air, almost as if someone had cut them. Then, all at the same time, the chandeliers hit the ground with a loud crash.

Once the mother reached the attic door and flung it open, an impossible wind knocked her against the opposite wall.  She barely managed to open her eyes, but when she finally did, what she saw was horrifying – a giant black hole had engulfed her entire attic into tendrils of darkness. A large creature stood by the never-ending depth of a hole, hand-in-hand with the little girl. The creature was jet-black, with pure white sharp teeth. It smiled an awful smile.

The wind stopped and the mother fell to the floor, fear overtaking her. Shivers ran up and down her spine, making her feel as though she was in the presence of something so evil that nothing could help her out of this great hole of fear. She put her hands over her head and crawled as far as her body could take her. She felt as though all of her energy and all of the happy times she and her daughter possessed were being painfully taken from her. All the sins of her past came before her eyes at the very moment. A scream erupted from her mouth – a scream from the pits of hell. The little girl began to change, her skin looked as though a black fire surrounded it and her eyes grew wide, becoming a fiery, bloody red. The girl opened her mouth full of sharp teeth and laughed an unholy laugh. The last thing the mother saw was her little girl pushing her into the dark depths of hell.