Kat woke up, splayed across her bed like a corpse that had just been thrown about in order to get cleaning done. She covered a yawn, sat up, and looked about the room. Pity, the previous night’s events definitely did not seem to be a dream. She glanced at a clock on a nearby dresser, 5:43 in the morning. Well, it was pretty apparent trying to fall back asleep would be useless at this point, Mikayla still sat at her desk, but she was fast asleep, Kat could have sworn she heard her muttering something about a useless vegetable. Not wanting to disturb her, Kat quietly climbed out of bed and exited the room silently.
She wandered through the hallway for a while, until she found the main room with the stair case, from there she found a random mirror hanging on a wall and combed through her hair with her fingers, managing to get most of it under control. She overlooked the bookshelves, cluttered with books of various subjects.
The one with the books that had been read through the most contained the Harry Potter Series, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, Dracula, a hoard of various other horror novels (all well known), a lot of Edgar Allan Poe books, and a complete and unabridged collection of the works of William Shakespeare. It almost looked like a typical family’s bookshelf.
She became curious if they possessed a copy of The Hound of The Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. She combed through the bookcases until she had finally found an old paperback copy of it. She carefully removed it from the shelf, went to a random corner of the room and began to read it.
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Back in the main hallway, where Kat had been only an hour or so earlier, Nikola awoke in her room, with her arms draped over the edge of her lofted bed, with the corner of a pillow case poking at her mouth.
She sat up, and rubbed at her eyes as she tried to stifle a yawn. She carefully made her way down the ladder, and missed a rung about two feet above the floor, and she stumbled the rest of the way down. How she had not managed to die by tripping over a dust particle yet, Nikola would never know.
She rebalanced herself, and got dressed in an old pair of jeans and a band tee-shirt. She grabbed her watch and attached it to her wrist as an afterthought, and managed to untangle her hair and put it into a braid. She left the room, and navigated the building quietly, being careful to not trip. When she left her room, she glanced at her watch, to see if it would be a decent time to go wake Ember. Her watch said it was 6:18, and she decided Ember probably wouldn’t mind.
She took a turn at the end of the hallway and climbed the spiral staircase until she reached the top floor, where Ember’s room was. She walked past about three doors, and turned to face one on the left wall. She knocked softly on this door, and listened for movement. Nothing, she gave it another shot and rapped on the door five times, this time harder. In response, there was a rather contempt growling that sounded like there was a reanimated corpse in the room. Well, she was up. No stopping her now.
Nikola busted in, disregarding any complaints Ember was going to make. This morning, Ember had curled up next to a bookshelf like a cat to sleep.
“Get up.” Nikola shrieked at the annoyed girl.
“No, I want to go back into a coma, you people never let me sleep, dang it.” Ember groaned childishly.
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Kerrin's Hunt
ActionKat Holmes is home alone reading one night, while her dad is at work. She hears a thumping from the kitchen and finds a terrifying creature and later finds herself cornered by it after an attempt to escape. She is saved by a group of people wielding...
