Beautiful creature of darkness

Too cold for comfort.

Once he was gone i started getting freaked out about still being in the basement. Like i said earlier this is the kind of place you don't want to be in more than thirty seconds. To make matters worse it wasn't completely finished, so it constantly smelled of installation and mouse droppings. There's a door by the kitchen entrance that leads down here, and when you open it you have to walk down a stair case that leads to another door revealing a musty room with concrete floors, unfinished walls and an old furnace that stares at you the moment you walk through the door. Surrounding the furnace were boxes stacked so high they almost touch the ceiling. To the left was one of the only finished walls in the room, with the outline of were a washing machine and dryer used to exist. We decided that constantly going down here for a fresh pair of socks was a bit annoying, so we moved 'the laundry room' up stairs.

Getting even more freaked out, i head towards the door and go through it, then up the stairs. i make my way through the kitchen, past the living room, up the stairs down the hall, and into my room. And i only tripped like ten times. Unlike some of those other teenagers who would rather sneak out than be stuck in their rooms all day, i absolutely loved my room. Walking in to it, to the left was a black dresser and mirror rested above it. To the right was my bed tucked in the corner, with teddies and stuffed animals, mainly from nurses and such. there's a night stand right next to my bed with a lamp, books, CD's, and five glasses of untouched water. I had a bad habit of leaving cups everywhere, so bad, that my mom stopped letting me bring cups into my room for about a month...Didn't last for long. Back to the other side of my room, next to the dresser was a closet that had no door, i really don't know why but there just wasn't ever a door there. catty corner from that straight ahead from the were the bedroom door is, is a window. Which i always found really awesome, because, get this, when you open the window, it leads to the roof. Although i am terrified of heights, or was anyways, i went out there often. Oh and i forgot to mention! The walls, were completely covered in posters. fall out boy, all time low, panic at the disco. you name it, i probably had it on my wall. Including a bunch of nerdy superhero stuff everywhere... It may just seem like some nerdy fan-girls domain, but to me it was my own personal Batcave. Plus i needed some sort of distraction from, well, death. We all new that i didn't have much time left because of the tumor in my noggin. in other terms, i had a brain tumor. Causing me to slip into a deep depression. Doctors noticed the tumor when i was 11. my mom brought me to a check up to figure out what all of the random headaches that i was getting were about. Sure enough, it was alot worse than what we thought. When i was maybe thirteen, they were able to almost fully get rid of it, but the treatment didn't fix the problem. In the beginning of this year we had a sliver of hope that we could once and for all get rid of it. by doing so, the doctors would have to do a major surgery. Turns out that didn't really go well. So now here i am, wishing i could actually sit on my bed without the fear of falling in the down to the basement again, although i was in the top floor of the house. Right about now i could really use someone to vent to, but i never really had any friends. not since the fifth grade. maybe i should give Georgie a ring, so to speak. But i didn't really want to interrupt his roaming time. what about Adam? i thought for a bit, weather or not it would be a good idea to try going back to school.... 

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Hey anyone who's been ready this! if anybody is! Haha, well this is my first story on wattpad. Not sure how this will really pan out, i've been working on this story plot for a while and i started writing it maybe 2-3 months ago.  i didn't really want to publish it right away though. All the chapters so far have been a bit on the sad side, but i've tried not to be too serious about Sammy's situation because i didn't want this getting really depressing or boring. Maybe even the fear of it being too mainstream. I've added my own ideas of what its like to be dead, (like i'd know) but have put a few ghost stereotypes such as not being able to grab/touch stuff and only those who are sensitive to the veil between dead and alive, can see ghosts like Adam can. I also came up with the whole 'guardians of the night' thing, obviously. Georgie is a character that i originally used to scare my five year old nephew with, than became this entirely different thing that i created with his own background story. Any who, people usually skip these authors notes  anyways, but thanks if you didn't! Thought you'd like to know some back round info on this whole thing. Sorry if it Sucks! Bye :)