Chapter 1: Where it all began
It all started 1915…. Annabeth had just awoken from her bed having no idea what was happening to her. She felt a cold chill go through her body as she reached for a knife. A doctor was standing right in front of her. She held the knife up to his neck and then slit it open. The doctor dropped everything. She later on killed everything in her way and set the hospital on fire. When the destruction was over Annabeth stood there in a ring of fire smiling of what she has done.
98 years later…..
I woke up with a panting heart beat and sweating like rain. I was frightened by something, but what? I slowly walked down my old creepy, creaky stairs. I walked into my greasy kitchen to get a cup of water, to calm myself down. I opened the cabinet to get a cup. I took a quick glance at the clock to notice it was 3:15. I tried not to make any noise, but I was so frightened by another noise that I think woke up the whole neighborhood, I dropped the glass. I ran upstairs to see what the problem was.
I came upstairs to find my sister screaming to her last breath. I sprinted to her and grabbed her hand. She was gripping on to the floor so hard she was ripping the carpet off of it. I was pulling as hard as possible. When my parents saw me pulling they helped me. I was pulling so hard but, it would always feel like whenever I pulled it would take away my strength. I pulled to hard and she slipped. The last thing I heard was her screaming my name as she disappeared. My parents put me in bed as if nothing had happened. I was so close to going to bed until, I felt a cold, white arm wrap around my throat throwing me out my on window.
Luckily I landed on our trampoline giving enough time to run. I ran so hard I could barely walk. I happened to end up at the bus stop at the end of 31st street in Sinster, Michigan. I stayed at the bus stop until morning. I finally went to my house to find everything ok. Like nothing happened. I rang the doorbell and my parents answered happily. I asked them “Have you guys called the police yet for sis”. “Your sister, you don’t have a sister?” They looked confused. I ran upstairs to her room or what used to be her room.
The next day I went to our town library to do some research on my house. It turns out that my house was a hospital in 1915 and that it was burned down by a mental patient named Annabeth Sinister. I scrolled down to find a comment on this article saying: I have seen her, she has long dark hair, no mouth because it was burned down by the fire, she and has pure black eyes. I have felt her she had very cold and chill arms.
I looked back at where I was thrown out my window, all I could feel was cold chill arms with white pale skin. When I was going back home it was almost dark. I walked into my house to see a girl, who is very pale, long black hair, no mouth and pure black eyes waiting for me. Annabeth Sinister was waiting for me, waiting to kill me with her knife. I closed my eyes ready to die I stayed there for 10 minutes. I opened them to notice she was gone. I looked around, wondering where she was, I went to the kitchen to get a knife, just in case because I had no idea where she went. All the knives were gone though, when I went to the kitchen. I was frightened by the feeling; I really don’t want to die this young. 13 years old, that’s way too young.
