The Attic

Chapter 9

**************By: ShaneChowdery ****

My mind has been disoriented-I am uncertain of my reality. My fear has been unleashed-scared is an understatement, and my horror was recognized as what I thought was impossible.

This thing...a ghost, I confirmed; but how the heck is this possible? This thing...from my previous attic had an unknown grudge, and it was being forced upon me and my reality.

Bedtime: a time for bed and unfortunately terror. I was depleted of sleep and my eyes were instantly closed. My body was situated beneath my thick blankets and my head rested upon my fluffed pillow. It was a warm night of approximately seventy degrees...and even beneath my blankets, I felt as if I was frozen to perhaps 10 degrees. It was cold...and just as my sleep began to accumulate...

...the thing was on top of me.

Its eyes were bright and vivid with brutality deep within its pupils-they were staring directly at me. I screamed without even embracing the amount of evil that was contained within this ghost, but my breath was stopped short. My scream of horrific terror lasted a mere half-second, and this ghost had gripped a knife.

The blade was glistening with a threat of death. I was terrified. And this was it-death by a ghost. I thought my time was done. And as the knife became closer and closer the door opened...the light turned on...and my mom was in the doorway. And The Thing was gone.

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I made a few changes... It had such great detail but i barely knew half of what the words ment. I will not be accepting any more chapters... I will write my own for now. But that you so much Shane for submitting! Remember, if you like what you see, vote for me! No hate comments please! If you don't like this book then exit out and do something else. thank you so much! And please go to shanechowdery's profile, has written great book, and has a great vocabulary!

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Jordyn