Notes: Yes, I am re-posting one of my stories (currently from gaia forums) and decided to post here, because not alot of people critique on it, but usually when they do, they come out as insults =( So please, read this over and give me your thoughts, what I can change, or add. Advice is much appreciated! Arigatou Gozaimasu! ^^
Prologue
You remember those tales you were told, when you were little? About the boogeyman hiding under your bed, or in your closet? How about Dracula? Frankenstein? Paul Bunyan? Did you believe them? Or, did you just turn your nose up at the thought of it, telling yourself, It isn't real? If so, boy, were you foolish. If only you knew. I knew. I knew it all. I knew from the day I was told my first tale that Frankenstein was real, Dracula was real, vampires, werewolves, elves, trolls, and all other fairytale creatures are real. Where do they dwell, you might ask? Take a look on that mansion at the top of the cloudy hill, Jefferson Hill. How did I find out? Read on in this journal, and you shall find the answer you seek.
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Chapter 1: Skeletons
I wasn't too sure how far I was from home, or how long it would take me to reach the door, find what I was looking for, then get out. I took one of the horses, Gemini, from the stables, to start my journey. One by one, step by step, we inched closer to the broken, rusted gates. Somehow, I could have sworn I saw bloody handprints on the crystal glass windows. I tied Gemini to a tree, then continued walking towards the ramshackled house. When my hand touched the doorknob, a cold chill rushed down my spine. I continued to turn the knob, when suddenly, the door pulled itself from my grasp. I jumped a few inches away from the door, feeling the cold rush of air coming from inside the house. Still, that wasn't enough to stop me from going inside. The floorboards creeked as I made my way up the stairs. The small signs of dried blood on the walls made me shudder, and something smelled like... Like rotten eggs. I held my arm over my nose, trying to shield my senses from the gagging stench. At last, I found the door to the closet, where the stench was coming from. If you have never smelled a decayed human body that's been locked in the closet for a long time, you do not want to know what it smells like. Honestly, it is NOT pleasant. I found the key on the right side of the door, on a small decorated drawer, inserted it into the lock, my adrenaline was pumping rapidly, as the door unlocked. I pulled open the door...
And there they were... Four skeletons. Two adult skeletons, two child skeletons. I shuddered at the sight. Even their dusty skulls had a look of fear and agony on their faces. I pulled my scarf around my nose and mouth, then crept closer to the decayed bodies. Their clothes were so old, probably from the 1800s almost.Suddenly, I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, and something colder than ice hitting my neck. In a hollow, cocky voice, I heard, "Well, hello there, my dear."
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