Winter's P.O.V
I woke up at 3 in the morning to scratches on the side of the house. I knew who it was because only one pasta in the mansion scratches like that and that high near the roof. I tried to go back to sleep but he kept scratching and it was not letting me go to sleep. I got off my bed and went to my window and opened the window. "Rake can you please stop scratching the side of the house." I asked quietly and tiredly. He shook his head no. "Ugh." I groaned. I just close my window and locked it. I grabbed one blanket off my bed and went downstairs to the living room and slept on the couch for another hour. I was trying to sleep more than an hour but, BEN was playing a game and blared the music. "BEN I am trying to sleep, and why are you blaring the music. I must not be the only one trying to sleep." I yelled. Jeff came out of the hallway and said, "So I am not the only one that woke up to BEN's music?" "Ok, I will turn it down." BEN said. But I saw him wink and he only turned it down once. "Well there is no reason to sleep now." I said as I walked into the kitchen.
I started to make coffee for myself so I could wake up a little. I had to wait for five minutes before the coffee was done. I poured the coffee into my green and silver mug and poured the french vanilla creamer which is my favorite. I grabbed the mug and went back to the couch and sat on top of my blanket that had the slythrien crest on it from Harry Potter. I looked out of one of windows and see a red and black creature that glared. Then my father runs down the stairs. Tells us three to follow him. I realized that we were getting the others. Sally and my father where the only ones that was terrified the rest of us were just scared. We gathered everyone including my uncles. My father pulled out a key and went to a door that I forgot was there a long time ago. I only saw that door when I was 4. I never went in it, at least I don't think I did.
He unlocks the door and says to go in the room and quickly. I am thinking what is going on. Then I remember one of the books that I took out of the library upstairs. It was a book on powerful pastas. The red and black creature that was glaring through the window at me. He is Zalago king of the underworld. What does he want? This question lingered in my mind. I went into the room. There were stairs that I went down and everyone else followed. My mind repeated the same question. I realized my dad was not down here with us. The door was slammed shut and I heard it locked. I wanted to go help my dad but they others were blocking the door.
Then I walk into another room to have space to think. "Was that Zalgo?" I heard someone say. "Yes, it was." I leaned against the wall. Later I slid to the floor. Thinking my father was going fight him and thinking he was going to loose. Then all out of a sudden. Boom. I gave it a minute before I said that my fear became true. The door was opening. I went to the other room were the stairs are. I saw my father. He had bad burns, scrapes, and blood gushing out of him. I walked up the stairs with my uncles. Splendy picked him up to put him on the couch. I grabbed the things that Eyeless Jack needed and putted on the coffee table. My three uncles and I were watching as he fixed up my father.
E.J did it so slow to make sure he was not doing anything to make it worse. But in no time my farther was all bandage up and moved to his bedroom with bed rest until everything was healed. I usually was in his room to make him feel better. I sketched him and other things when I am in there. When I was finished with the sketches I showed him. He loved them so I gave it to him.
Time skip. 3 weeks later.
My father is fully healed. So he can walk around and do the things he always done before the incident happen. I did not like to see my father in pain as much he was in. It was horrible for me. But, I have a feeling that this will happen again. Everyone has been careful and mostly on killing sprees but my uncles, my father, and I have been helping my father recovered. But we don't do that now since he is fully recovered. I hope this won't happen again in til a long time.
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