Beyond The Blue Door

Chapter 6- The discovery

Shara's POV

The next morning I smelt something and I knew it wasnt the bathtub. I checked the time on my and it was 4 in the morning. I wish could back to sleep but the smell was so vivid I couldn't. I put on my slippers and I headed downstairs. I looked into the kitchen and I saw my grandma cooking something, I went in to take a closer look and I saw that she was cooking a frog! I was very confused, a frog, why a frog and what for? I was intreg and so I called out to my grandma to get her response. " Good morning grandma!" I said.

"Oh ho ho, You scared me deary. Good morning" Grandma said.

"What cha' cooking up there?" I said.

" Oh nothing just some bacon." Grandma said.

I was mad, I thought she would have had a differnt response. I went back upstairs and went in her room It was covered in webs but I didnt care much I just wanted to prove how creppy she was. Then I thought to myself, 'Wait a second I'm pretty sure that when I check the time it was 4 in the morning, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND MAKES BREAKFEAST AT FOUR IN THE MORNING!' Well some people wake up really early but still. I looked through dresser and in her closet and found nothing.

I was walking back to my room and found an open blue door I thought it was nothing and went into my room to go back to sleep but I couldn't sleep. The thought of something being in that door ached in my chest and pounded in my head, eventually I couldn't take it any more. I went into the hallway and started walk torwards the door. The closer I got more the door opened, at this point my heart was pounding with fear of what was behind the door. The vocies in my head yelling at me say "STOP, RUN AWAY, ITS NOT WORTH IT, RUN!", but I didn't listen I kept walking.

When I got to door as I opened it sounded so bad. I walked up the stairs and saw something, something I would never ever unsee. I saw dead bodies, knives and I blood. I thought to myself well this was not that bad. I wonder what my own grandmother was doing to these poor people and why. I couldn't bare to look at them anymore, but I heard a sound coming a locked door in the attic. "Is any there help help" I heard. It was mumbled like the person was crying or tied up. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, it sounded like my grandma. I hid behind a dresser in the corner and watched my grandma stare into EVERY bodies dead souls. I quickly got a cold shiver down my spine.

When she left I ran to the locked door and opened it. I almost gagged when I saw the sick looking little girl. I was scared that I shut the door quicker than ever and ran out of the attic. I went to my room and cried I couldn't take this anymore and we had just got here.