Well, here is my First Chapter of my long story, "The Haunted Sky". I hope you all enjoyed the first thing of it. You know the prologue? I should edit it and put prologue........ Well, please read, comment, criticise, tell me what's wrong with it, what I should do with it, what your detailed up most graphicness is for writing in this guild, and the what not. And please tell me why I hallucinate? Why does God torment me?
Chapter 1
She began to blink some, tiredly opening her beautiful eyes, and beginning to stir some. She got up, from her unconscious state of mind, from the fainting and the horror that she had seen and witnessed. She unbelievably was quite comfy for some reason and covered in a beautiful quilt that was spotted with dust and pictures. These pictures she noticed were of moons and stars and suns of many colors! It was a very odd theme for a quilt. She wondered where it had came from. She had never seen this quilt before in her life.
She had suddenly realized that she had been alone for quite some time now. No one else was in the room other than herself. She wondered what the Hell had happened before she had fainted. She had no memory of it at first, but after awhile she began to remember. After awhile, of just sitting there, thinking about what happened, her eyes went wide again, and her mouth dropped open. She remembered the drama that had happened with the window; and she was quite horrified by that memory.
“AIOUAIAAOIU!!!!!!” The little girl yelled, while she realized she was still right next to the window that had scared her earlier in the night. She moved away from the window and slammed onto the floor, hurting herself a little in the process. She began to scream some more from the pain, and cry some because alas, she was only seven years old. This must have been a miserable day for her.
The mother heard a scream from a different room, while she was busy digging through the little girl’s bedroom, looking for a pleasant stuffed animal and story book for the little girl to snuggle to, and for the mother to read to her when she woke up. She hurried up and grabbed the things she was looking for, and ran out of the room, down the hall, and ran to the play and recreation room. ‘Oh, honey, I’m coming!’, the mother thought to her self as she sped down the hallways, to the end room, at the end of the corridor in the middle, titled “Play And Recreation Room”.
The mother opened the door and ran to her daughter who was sobbing on the floor, and quickly kneeled, dropped the daughter’s toy and book onto the floor nearby, and pulled her daughter’s face towards hers. “What’s wrong honey?” the mother asked in horror. “I-I-I fell” I fell on the floor, and it hurt me, Mommy!” The little girl said to her mother. “Where does it hurt, tell me where it hurts,” the mother said sympathetically and also relieved by the fact that she fell, instead of another tramatic experience, like the one she had had earlier. “Right here!” The little girl said, pointing to her back, or trying to with her little tiny hands, that her mother could never stand and loved oh so very much. “It’s right there? Oh, oh, oh! MUAH! There you go, it’s all better now,” the mother said, as she turned the girl around, and gave her a kiss on the center of her back, and turned her back around. “Thank you mommy!” The girl practically screamed, as she moved and hugged her mother tightly.
“So, how’d you sleep?’ The mother asked quietly, as she started to stop hugging her daughter back. “Oh, good mommy. I slept real well, and I-,” The girl started to say. “I-I-I-….. That face…” The little girl said, as her face went from flushed from the tears, to pale from fear.
“Honey! It’s just your imagination, okay? That’s all that it was, there was no face that was in the window. Heck if anything, it was just the rain splashing in certain spots and making the fog disappear and the design of the face was just a coincidence, okay?” The mother said sweetly, and sadly, knowing how terrified the little girl must have been and still is. “Okay mommy…..” The little girl said slowly and sadly. “But, one more thing…. What’s Co-Incey-dent mean?” The little girl said with a question on her face. “Oh honey.... It means by accident,” the mother stated as she remembered how old her daughter was exactly. “Okay mommy,” the tiny little girl said with her face becoming normal-colored again, and a slight smile coming to her lips now.
The mother grabbed the stuffed toy and book, handed it to her littlest daughter to hold, and while the little girl was holding those two items of hers, the mother grabbed the little girl, picked her up and walked over to the door. The mother walked out into the hallway, turned and closed the door behind her quietly and turned around. The mother looked spooked suddenly. Not just from listening from the eerie creak that the door made in the dark with only candles lighting the hallway, but she saw something. “Oh, God, it must be my imagination…” The mother said, while looking down over the little girl’s right shoulder, with a paling expression on her face. “What’s your imagination mommy?”
“Nothing, nothing, I thought I saw something,” the woman said scared a little, but with her face unpaling now.
“What do you see mommy?”
“Nothing honey, nothing,” She said, with her face becoming slightly pale from thinking about what she saw again. For what she saw was sheer horror, or at least a horror at this time of night.
What she had seen, was something quite a mighty scary. She had seen a white wispy person walk by in front of her, when she was turning her head. But right when she stopped turning her head, the wispy mostly-gone but outline was still there of a person, was gone. Just gone, like it had never been there; and there looked to be not trace of it either. Just thinking about it made her spine shiver from the spooks. What ever it was, it had disappeared by now. It was probably her imagination travelling around and alone in the dark. ‘I must be getting tired,’ she thought tiredly to herself. She continued down the hallway, holding her daughter closely to her with her daughter facing her. When they got to the next hallway, the mother thought she heard faint footsteps in the hallway a little farther down it. Very faint footsteps, like someone’s trained indoor pet cat, slyly and pre-cautiously stepping down the hallway. Or some tippy-toeing quietly down the hallway, trying to make as little noise as possible. The mother’s face paled a little more now, as she listened a little further waiting for the noise or another noise to return. After awhile with no response or another noise being made, she blew it off as the creaky old houses floor boards and the wind. She then continued on down the next hallway to the littlest daughter’s room.
She continued walking down the hallway and then got to the daughter’s room. Her daughter by then was falling asleep for some reason, even though it wasn’t TOO long of a walk down the hallways from the play and recreation room, to the littlest of all daughter’s room. The mother stood there, waiting in front of the door, acting as though it might open by itself. Even though she was actually just thinking. ‘I wonder what the Hell I have been seeing and hearing all night. Is it going to be a bad storm and the winds are just picking up and this old house’s oldness can’t really take it without a creak or two? Or am I just going crazy? Hmmmm..... And my poor daughter, she’s been through that fainting tonight, and yet she’s falling asleep in my arms. She must be tired or something is wrong with her. Maybe she didn’t get as much sleep as I thought while she took that three-hour nap…. Maybe she had a …. Nightmare? I don’t think you can have a nightmare when you faint… Maybe she’s, no, it couldn’t be! I’m just letting all this nonsense get to me.’ She thought, while staring at the desolate door. “Mommy….. Can I go to bed now… I’m really-“, the little girl then yawned the most tired and cute yawn, with her mouth slightly opened, and a lot of breath coming out of it,” –Tired….. Please mommy…?” The little girl asked her mother. “Oh! Of course you can, honey!” The mother said, while being abrupted in her state of thinking and staring down at the door. The mother started to hold her daughter in one hand, and moved her other free hand to the door’s handle. She slowly grasped the eerie old doorknob, that was right above the skeleton keyhole and began to turn and listen to its rusty movement. And then the door was finally almost opened, the doorknob got stuck! “What the heck?” She said while jigging the doorknob back and forth, until finally fed up with it, so she quickly and roughly moved the doorknob, to the left, and heard a loud click, like a clock kinda tick. She looked around the hallway, with a startled expression on her face. She realized it was nothing more than the door being unjammed. And then she turned the door knob, some more, then pushed open the door into a warm, dark room. But this room, had three lights in it: A pair of red ones so-so far apart, but pairable. And an aqua light, that was just glowing quite low, non-moving to the floor.
The End
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