The Circle of Secrets

Chapter 1: The Awakening

I jumped from my bed, startled. And ended up falling on the floor, "shit!!" I cursed. I felt a delirious pain shooting up my arm as my face met the cold, bare floor. Was I even really dreaming? What the hell is going on?! Everything seemed so real, like I was really witnessing it with my own two eyes.

As I got up from the emasculating floor, I saw my door slightly open. But I had clearly remembered closing the door before going to bed.

As I looked at the door something in the doorway drew attention to my eye. I got up from the floor quickly and quietly as I could, to speculate what was there. When, I walked out of the room, I saw another shadow, crossing by the bathroom and down the shallow hall.

As I lifted my foot to follow the shadow, it made an obnoxiously loud creak and I quickly put it down. I was even more eager to find out what was behind the bathroom door. As I tip toed across the hall quickly and quietly as I could. There was a strong wind that blew my body, as if I was paper, and it were a hurricane.

I approached the bathroom to catch the culprit, but I heard nothing and saw no shadow lingering underneath the door. I pushed the door and the same obnoxious sound replayed again, reminding me of the noise my foot made earlier. Behind the door was no one, not a soul in sight. They just disappeared out of the bathroom... like as it were magic?

I must really be out of my mind now. First, I'm seeing things, then hearing them and now I'm talking about magic? Wow, if I didn't now any better I'd say I sound like old grandpa Alesandro. He was absolutely crazy, but still my he rest in peace. He went on and on about magic and witches and a whole other world that the "mortals" can only think of. He always called people that weren't a part of our family "mortal". What nonsense he would speak. I still remember going to his house and he always telling me that his mother was some ancient witch for like the 1550's who passed down the "magic" to him and when I turn seventeen I will receive them too. What bullshit. He would always give me the creeps and I hated going to his mansion as a little kid, but mom and dad were never around and they ended up passing away, just like him. I was at his house all the damn time, all he would ever talk about was his witch stories and how everyone in the family has them, or who ever isn't "corrupt" yet by our wealth, fame, and fortune. If you can't already tell, my family is pretty rich, I mean who has their own wine cellar in the basement? Besides us.

I shook the stupid thoughts out of my mind and headed back to my room, the floorboard that once had creaked didn't this time. Which made me even more annoyed at my own stupidity, what if I was dreaming right now? Or worse, was being paranoid just because I was home alone again for the 4th time this week, and it was only Wednesday.

I got in my room, and closed the large mahogany door behind me. Not wanting to have a false thought again. My body slipped under the covers, as if I was slime slipping back to it's container.

My phone buzzed, and the sound sent shivers down my spine from the experience not to long ago.
My arm extended to extreme measures to get a hold of my phone, which was lying comfortably on my side table. I unlocked the lock screen and pushed my thumb down on the home button to open it, and was surprised as to what I saw when I opened the text message.

I'M WATCHING YOU...

I didn't know what to do. To respond, but what to say? Or not respond and stress myself out. Who cares, if he is watching me, the hell. It's my damn life, and my damn house. Seriously? Stupid inside voice, they have your number and know who you are. You should be worried. And why the hell should I be worried? HMM? I'm not dead yet, am I? So, I have to be dead first? Ughh, this is so stressful. My brain is so uncooperative.

I pushed my covers to the side and gave support to my legs. I was headed to the wine cellar, in the basement, because it was obvious I wasn't getting any sleep tonight.

I finally got to the spiral metal staircase, which was probably twenty feet high. I took my time, as I didn't feel like going to the basement just yet.

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I pushed the heavy mahogany doors to the side and forced my small body through the crack I was able to open with my size. I still remember the day, papa got this crazy ass wine cellar built. It was huge, with wine delicacies from all over the world, like France, Germany, Spain- my parents just really loved traveling and also loved spending money on things that they obviously didn't need. If you're wondering where they are now? Well, let's just say... they obviously didn't last long to see another day after the crazy stunt they pulled. Maybe I'm too heartless, or maybe I have just the right judge of character.

But I knew for a fact that my parents were definitely not the type of people to be involved with. And lucky for me, I was quite the definition of their involvement.