Chapter 1
Beginning of my book, hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
My alarm clock made me jump when it went off at 5:30. 'Ughh, I hate Mondays.' I slowly got up from my bed, into the sitting position. My room looked pretty average, to me. I had my walls painted a light blue, a pretty color. I had a dresser with a large mirror perched on it on the back wall. Right across from it, stood my bed. It was a large twin with light blue, brown, and white zigzag sheets and pillows. To my left was my closet. The doors of it were all mirrors. Right next to my bed, to the left of it, was my
nightstand. On the opposite side, in the corner, stood my pride and joy, my guitar. 36" to be exact. I can't play it, but I'm learning.
I slid off my bed and stretched. Several of my back bones cracked lightly. I went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear. I'm going to Clear-Wood High in California.
I'm in 7th grade. I would say I'm pretty tall for my age. I'm 5"4 at 12 years of age. I opened my closet and picked out a long purple shirt with black and white accents and my favorite jeans, and a pair of Vans. I grabbed my clothes and tiptoed to my bathroom to shower. I normally didn't wake up this early, but I really needed a shower. My mom was still sleeping, so I had to be really quiet. She normally isn't in a good mood when she's woken up, so I'm not going to take that risk. The house was pitch black, because the sun still hasn't come up yet. I placed my clothes on my counter and turned on the shower water. Placing my PJs in the hamper, I got in the shower. The hot water felt so good on my skin. My mom rarely turns on the heater in the house.
Everything was all still and quiet when I got out. My bathroom smelled of blueberries, my favorite shampoo. When I stepped out of the shower, the cold air rushed onto me, sending a million goose bumps all over my body. I let a small shudder escape. I put my bath robe on and wrapped my hair in my towel. My hair was kind of long, I guess. A few inches past my shoulders, and 'the most beautiful color', quotes my mom. It's two different shades of brown, lighter on the top layer, darker on the bottom, and with a million streaks of blond. Jennifer and Katherine, or Kat, my best friends, always call me a blonde, but I always protest. I always take the bus with them. School started just 3 weeks ago, and its HARD! Why does algebra have to be so damn hard?
I walked out of my bathroom, with my clothes in my hand, and threw them on the bed. I already had a comb in my room. I bent my upper half of my body down, to unwrap my hair, and on my way back up, I saw a figure. Probably about 7 feet tall or so. I could hear only its' breath, sort of a hissing, that came out of its' mouth. I was going to scream, but it was lodged in my throat. The figure was dark, and completely covered, having on a cloak and hood. I starred at it with pure shock on my face in the mirror. My feet were rooted in the ground, and worse, I had closed my door behind me. The ghost raised his arm, and I saw, in the near pitch black, the outline of his bony hand. I studied the hand for a few seconds, trying not to shake. 'Oh CRAP!' There was blood all over its' fingernails.
The moon's pail light shown only on his hand, because he was near the back corner of my room. 'I must be going crazy!' I closed my eyes then, and shook my head trying to clear the image out of my mind. I reopened my eyes, and there it was, still glaring at me. Then, he broke the silence "You!!!" He rasped, and it sounded like it was
coming from its throat, almost growling. That did the trick. A shrilling scream burst out of my lungs. The ghost did the same, then disappeared through the vent on my ceiling, still screeching.
My mom came running in, seeing me in the corner of my room, in the fetal position.
"Addy, what's wrong?! You looked like you have seen a ghost."
'Wow. Now isn't that convenient.' I thought to myself.
"......." I stayed quiet, just looking at her. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself pale white.
"Mom, please. Believe me. I saw this 7 foot, freakishly tall THING, just looking at me!! It was wearing this big black cloak, and hood. I couldn't see its' face... But I saw its'
hand. Mom. There was blood on its' nails!" I wailed. I knew she wasn't going to believe me. But I still tried.
"Addy, please. It was just a nightmare. I highly doubt there was anything there. Please... let me sleep." she said, already starting back to her room.
Ughh.... the typical responds to a ghost complaint.
So, I just made myself think it was my own imagination. I slowly got up from the corner I was hiding in, and looked in the mirror. The color in my skin was coming back. So, I pulled my hair back, which was still damp, and slipped my clothes on. My backpack was leaning on one side of my dresser. I went back to my bathroom, to hang up my towel. I opened up my top drawer and pulled out a black little bottle of mascara. I applied that, and took off downstairs with my backpack, not wanting to come back up to my room without it being light outside.
I pulled out the toaster and popped in two strawberry pop-tarts. My dog, a German shepherd named Saline, heard the toaster clanging out, and knew it was me. I either
have pop-tarts or cereal for breakfast. Saline came trotting in and sat by my feet, waiting patiently to be fed. She was only 3 years old, but VERY trained. Our kitchen was
relatively big, and same with the living room.
I fed Saline, and let her outside. When she came back in, she went right to her bed, as usual. I looked at the clock on the oven. It was glowing a light greenish blue. It was 6:45. The bus would be here in 10 minutes... 'Ughh... why does school have to start so early?' So, I decided to watch TV, not wanting to disturb anymore of my mother. The channel 4 news was already on from last night. I nearly jumped off the couch. The news reporter was announcing the Breaking News.
"Earlier last night, there were two murders, and is believe to be from the same person. The murders are of two teenager girls, about 12 to 13. The time of death is believed to be around 5 in the morning. Both girls and parents are really close friends. Both parents also got complaints from their kids about a tall, cloaked figure about 7 foot tall, with bony hands, and bloody fingernails. That is all the information the police has given is right now, and we will have more news on this at 8:00. See you later everyone."
I was shaking all over. Was I next? 'I knew I wasn't crazy! I knew it!' I was freaking myself out SO much that when the bus honked, I nearly screamed. I said bye to Saline,
grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door, shaking the whole time.
It was cold outside, and cloudy. So me walking outside shaking, PLUS the coldness, didn't help me at all. The bus was parked about 50 yards from my house, so not a very far walk. I walked slowly, seeing the cracks in the sidewalk, and the little green weeds in between them. I looked at my mom's window, on my way to the bus, It was closed, with the shudders closed tightly shut behind it. Then, there was my window. My heart nearly stopped. I saw IT. It was starring at me, still with its' cloak on, but its hood was off. I stopped in my tracks, not breathing.
I was trying to think when I focused my vision on it and I couldn't believe my eyes: Its' head was bald. Its' skin was completely and utterly white. It had a slip as a mouth, and it opened every time the ghost breathed, revealing millions of razor-sharp teeth. When its' mouth opened, a small amount of blood would drip from its' mouth. Its' ears were long and pointed. And its' eyes... Large and black. Only problem. They were empty sockets... pitch black. As well as its' mouth, blood would be dripping from the sockets, as if something, or someone had just ripped the eyes out. I went stiff, when it spoke, in its rasping, hissing voice.
"You! You will die next, Chosen One!!!" It hissed, and disappeared into thin air. I just starred at my window in pure terror, my eyes wide. I didn't realize that I wasn't breathing the whole time. I finally broke from the window, and sped-walked to the bus, trying to regain my color before reaching the bus.
My alarm clock made me jump when it went off at 5:30. 'Ughh, I hate Mondays.' I slowly got up from my bed, into the sitting position. My room looked pretty average, to me. I had my walls painted a light blue, a pretty color. I had a dresser with a large mirror perched on it on the back wall. Right across from it, stood my bed. It was a large twin with light blue, brown, and white zigzag sheets and pillows. To my left was my closet. The doors of it were all mirrors. Right next to my bed, to the left of it, was my
nightstand. On the opposite side, in the corner, stood my pride and joy, my guitar. 36" to be exact. I can't play it, but I'm learning.
I slid off my bed and stretched. Several of my back bones cracked lightly. I went to my closet to pick out what I was going to wear. I'm going to Clear-Wood High in California.
I'm in 7th grade. I would say I'm pretty tall for my age. I'm 5"4 at 12 years of age. I opened my closet and picked out a long purple shirt with black and white accents and my favorite jeans, and a pair of Vans. I grabbed my clothes and tiptoed to my bathroom to shower. I normally didn't wake up this early, but I really needed a shower. My mom was still sleeping, so I had to be really quiet. She normally isn't in a good mood when she's woken up, so I'm not going to take that risk. The house was pitch black, because the sun still hasn't come up yet. I placed my clothes on my counter and turned on the shower water. Placing my PJs in the hamper, I got in the shower. The hot water felt so good on my skin. My mom rarely turns on the heater in the house.
Everything was all still and quiet when I got out. My bathroom smelled of blueberries, my favorite shampoo. When I stepped out of the shower, the cold air rushed onto me, sending a million goose bumps all over my body. I let a small shudder escape. I put my bath robe on and wrapped my hair in my towel. My hair was kind of long, I guess. A few inches past my shoulders, and 'the most beautiful color', quotes my mom. It's two different shades of brown, lighter on the top layer, darker on the bottom, and with a million streaks of blond. Jennifer and Katherine, or Kat, my best friends, always call me a blonde, but I always protest. I always take the bus with them. School started just 3 weeks ago, and its HARD! Why does algebra have to be so damn hard?
I walked out of my bathroom, with my clothes in my hand, and threw them on the bed. I already had a comb in my room. I bent my upper half of my body down, to unwrap my hair, and on my way back up, I saw a figure. Probably about 7 feet tall or so. I could hear only its' breath, sort of a hissing, that came out of its' mouth. I was going to scream, but it was lodged in my throat. The figure was dark, and completely covered, having on a cloak and hood. I starred at it with pure shock on my face in the mirror. My feet were rooted in the ground, and worse, I had closed my door behind me. The ghost raised his arm, and I saw, in the near pitch black, the outline of his bony hand. I studied the hand for a few seconds, trying not to shake. 'Oh CRAP!' There was blood all over its' fingernails.
The moon's pail light shown only on his hand, because he was near the back corner of my room. 'I must be going crazy!' I closed my eyes then, and shook my head trying to clear the image out of my mind. I reopened my eyes, and there it was, still glaring at me. Then, he broke the silence "You!!!" He rasped, and it sounded like it was
coming from its throat, almost growling. That did the trick. A shrilling scream burst out of my lungs. The ghost did the same, then disappeared through the vent on my ceiling, still screeching.
My mom came running in, seeing me in the corner of my room, in the fetal position.
"Addy, what's wrong?! You looked like you have seen a ghost."
'Wow. Now isn't that convenient.' I thought to myself.
"......." I stayed quiet, just looking at her. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing myself pale white.
"Mom, please. Believe me. I saw this 7 foot, freakishly tall THING, just looking at me!! It was wearing this big black cloak, and hood. I couldn't see its' face... But I saw its'
hand. Mom. There was blood on its' nails!" I wailed. I knew she wasn't going to believe me. But I still tried.
"Addy, please. It was just a nightmare. I highly doubt there was anything there. Please... let me sleep." she said, already starting back to her room.
Ughh.... the typical responds to a ghost complaint.
So, I just made myself think it was my own imagination. I slowly got up from the corner I was hiding in, and looked in the mirror. The color in my skin was coming back. So, I pulled my hair back, which was still damp, and slipped my clothes on. My backpack was leaning on one side of my dresser. I went back to my bathroom, to hang up my towel. I opened up my top drawer and pulled out a black little bottle of mascara. I applied that, and took off downstairs with my backpack, not wanting to come back up to my room without it being light outside.
I pulled out the toaster and popped in two strawberry pop-tarts. My dog, a German shepherd named Saline, heard the toaster clanging out, and knew it was me. I either
have pop-tarts or cereal for breakfast. Saline came trotting in and sat by my feet, waiting patiently to be fed. She was only 3 years old, but VERY trained. Our kitchen was
relatively big, and same with the living room.
I fed Saline, and let her outside. When she came back in, she went right to her bed, as usual. I looked at the clock on the oven. It was glowing a light greenish blue. It was 6:45. The bus would be here in 10 minutes... 'Ughh... why does school have to start so early?' So, I decided to watch TV, not wanting to disturb anymore of my mother. The channel 4 news was already on from last night. I nearly jumped off the couch. The news reporter was announcing the Breaking News.
"Earlier last night, there were two murders, and is believe to be from the same person. The murders are of two teenager girls, about 12 to 13. The time of death is believed to be around 5 in the morning. Both girls and parents are really close friends. Both parents also got complaints from their kids about a tall, cloaked figure about 7 foot tall, with bony hands, and bloody fingernails. That is all the information the police has given is right now, and we will have more news on this at 8:00. See you later everyone."
I was shaking all over. Was I next? 'I knew I wasn't crazy! I knew it!' I was freaking myself out SO much that when the bus honked, I nearly screamed. I said bye to Saline,
grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door, shaking the whole time.
It was cold outside, and cloudy. So me walking outside shaking, PLUS the coldness, didn't help me at all. The bus was parked about 50 yards from my house, so not a very far walk. I walked slowly, seeing the cracks in the sidewalk, and the little green weeds in between them. I looked at my mom's window, on my way to the bus, It was closed, with the shudders closed tightly shut behind it. Then, there was my window. My heart nearly stopped. I saw IT. It was starring at me, still with its' cloak on, but its hood was off. I stopped in my tracks, not breathing.
I was trying to think when I focused my vision on it and I couldn't believe my eyes: Its' head was bald. Its' skin was completely and utterly white. It had a slip as a mouth, and it opened every time the ghost breathed, revealing millions of razor-sharp teeth. When its' mouth opened, a small amount of blood would drip from its' mouth. Its' ears were long and pointed. And its' eyes... Large and black. Only problem. They were empty sockets... pitch black. As well as its' mouth, blood would be dripping from the sockets, as if something, or someone had just ripped the eyes out. I went stiff, when it spoke, in its rasping, hissing voice.
"You! You will die next, Chosen One!!!" It hissed, and disappeared into thin air. I just starred at my window in pure terror, my eyes wide. I didn't realize that I wasn't breathing the whole time. I finally broke from the window, and sped-walked to the bus, trying to regain my color before reaching the bus.
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