Emerson had always thought that leprechauns didn't exist. They were just the stupid, wise tales that were told by her grandfather.
She knew about the buckle shoes and the solitary confinement; the fact that they were always male; their job as a cob...
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Kicking her feet through the darkening water, her lungs screamed in protest, burning. Large bubbles formed as bits of her breath escaped, leaving her with nearly nothing to survive on. Struggling to force her way up towards the sun, wherever that may be, she kicked desperately; slowly slipping further down into the depths.
The water was cold, engulfing her and pulling her delicate chocolate colored hair from her porcelain skin, only interrupted by the freckles dancing across her face. Something brushed her leg and she tried to let out a yelp, more bubbles. Something with a scaly texture wrapped around her ankle, sludge mixed with the scales forced the grip to tighten. Her eyes were open but her vision was black.
Flailing her arms, trying to grab something, the pressure on the girl's lungs grew stronger and her fear was taking over, forcing her body to tremble. It was a struggle to hold her breath. The pure terror that coursed through her veins tightening down on them, and her body felt like it was going to implode from all the pressure. The current pulled her dainty body down, further into the sea.
Something slimy slithered its way across her skin. Squirming in what remained of the white dress she had worn earlier that night; she tried to do anything she could to break free, but nothing worked. She was sucked even further into the water; the creature's arms wrapping around her, trapping her in a cocoon. A lingering burning feeling traced the area on her skin where it made contact.
Tightening its squeeze.
Crash!!
Metal pots and pans sent jarring noises through the household, emitting from the kitchen. Waking me from my sleep. Jumping from the bed out of fear, I pull the covers back around my shoulders. The noise echoed again. With a slight jump, I found myself tugging at the bottom of my shirt. My right foot slowly fell against the carpet dragging me closer to the door. The air in the room felt tight, almost suffocating.
My heart flew at a million miles per second, ramming itself into my rib cage; I cringe as I listen to muffled whispers from downstairs. My feet were cold, and bare on the hardwood floor. There was a ripping sound, was that a cereal bag? So much fear coursed through me, my confusion hadn't even had the chance to catch up to the rest of my emotions.
Running my hand over the cream colored wall as I took another step soundlessly towards where I thought the noises were coming from; the kitchen, I was holding my breath.
The noises sounded again, simultaneously shooting my heart into my throat and causing my breath to hitch with a squeak. Pausing to see if anyone, or anything noticed, and as I did, the entire house fell silent. A kind of quiet that hurt your ears. I could hear the sound of my eyelids when they fluttered closed and flicked back open almost instantaneously.
Within what seemed to be an hour there was a slight grumble that filled the air. I let out one short breath before drawing in some fresh air relieving my aching lungs. A few more steps, before I entered a large hallway. Identical doors mirrored the walls. All were dark and shut, and probably locked tight with a key. Except for one.
