The Mansion

Chapter Eleven-The Escape

My lungs filled with air,and I once again felt what it was like to breathe in oxygen.It was a moment when all my senses weren't functioning,yet I would see all that was happening around me.I saw darkness,death and my friend's desperate face.

Eric wrapped his arms around me and whispered,“I thought you were dead,".I did the same,there's just one thing he doesn't know of.I was dead,and I came back.Death was peaceful,easy.Life was harder.

Roger reappeared,just as expected.They came for the sacrifice,me.Eric had to go,he had nothing to do with this.I was what they wanted,and they say that if you love someone,you let that person go.That's exactly what I'm doing at this point.

“Eric,run."I said to him.He looked confused,so I repeated the sentence,“Go."

“I can't leave you!"

“Now."

He eventually charged towards the door and ran outside the building.Roger was about to go after him when I tackled him.I'm not afraid to die anymore.I am prepared,physically and spiritually.Nothing will stop me from saving the people I truly care for,not even a ghost.

“Leave my friend alone!"I screamed in his face.He then laughed,at my face.I looked at him with disgust.“Go to Hell."

Just as I was about to stab a piece of glass in his throat,someone stopped me.When I looked up,I saw the woman.The mistress,Mrs Scheinberg.She had her hands wrapped around my neck,and I was struggling.I needed air.Looks like she was saving her ghost of a husband.

She began saying the word sacrifice repeatedly.I wasn't struggling anymore,her hand was still tightly wrapped around my neck.I began kicking her,but my legs went through her.She was a spirit,I thought.She had no weak point.Or did she?

“To destroy us you'll need skills and rituals that you will never lay your hands on."Roger said.Where could they have been?Why haven't we ever found them?“This,"Roger exposed a book covered in leather,“is all you needed.Too bad you never figured out the words."

It was the diary.The woman's diary.But,how could that be?We have went through that,night and day.There was nothing there,not even something foreign.

“I know what you're thinking,"Roger began,“You're wondering how you never say something different.But let me teach you a little something before you kick the bucket.

“All you had to do was turn the book around.Then,you'd see.See,the dates are actually potions and the amounts we needed and the words were the spells."

“Witchcraft."I whispered.

“No,this is all about us and staying alive with all our children and our slaves.We are never going to leave Scheinberg castle,this is our home."

“You're dead!"

“On the contrary,we're more than alive."Roger laughed.His wife did the same,and together it made the most horrendous sound.I had to put the pieces together in the small amount of time I had.Why did they need the sacrifice?To stay alive.But,in every sacrifice there must be a weak point.But which one,which one?

There was only one person that was alive,that had the ability to use strength and that was Viktor,who was possessing my dear friend,Roger.So,if we get to him,maybe,just maybe we could destroy everything.I had to take a shot.I grabbed the nearest vase and threw it right at him.This time,he fell.And the woman disappeared.

I fell to the ground.The darkness was replaced by light and the house felt lighter.I blew out air in relief.It was over,all of it.

I immediately thought of Eric.Where could he be?Did he escape?My questions were answered when he ran into the living room.

“Gone?"he asked.

“Gone."I assured him with a smile.We began giggling like idiots.We were free,and all the nightmares and the ghosts were gone.You could tell by the lightness of the house.The silence.Not even a creek was heard,and the house was pretty old.

“Let's go home."he said.Then,his eyes went cold and his skin went pale.At first I was confused but when I heard the rough breathing behind me,I knew it wasn't over pike I thought.it was.It was just the beginning.

I found myself flying across the room and landing on a shelf.It broke beneath me.A few pieces of glass tore into the skin on my back.I.began coughing up blood.Some probably went through my lungs.That would be the end of me,that was how I would die.But then a light lit inside of me,like a light at the end of tunnel.I felt hopeful.

Roger came closer to me.His eyes were pitch black.“You stupid little girl,"his voice was different now,darker and deeper.“You thought you would end me?I,Viktor van Scheinberg?You really are stupid."

I spat at him.

“You think you can fool me?"he continued,“I already saw how you are going to die."

“And you know that it's.not here,and not it's not today."I said and I punched him.That served as a distraction.I jumped up and ran as far away as I could from the house.My heart was racing,a million beats per minute and my legs were wobbly.I was in pain,deep pain.I couldn't breathe,and all I could taste was blood.It was dark outside,so dark I couldn't see the rock in front of me.I tripped.

My teeth broke.The pain was so unbearable I had to scream.It was like they went in and a vein just tore.Blood was filling my mouth.When I spat it out,my broken teeth were there too.All my front teeth were gone now,and I had a broken leg.My knee cap was out of it's usual place.I was in so much pain I couldn't help but weep and choke on my own blood.I could see death,I could taste it.

Then,Viktor's spirit hovered over me.He was his own self,old and ugly.He was floating in a cloud of dust.It was out of this world,something you don't see every day.

The saddest thing in life is not being able to live it.There are so many things I want to do,wanted to do.I wanted to apologize to all the people I have disappointed,I wanted to know what being in love truly felt like.I wanted children,a family.I wanted to grow old,write a novel.A biography.But this is going to be the last thing I'll see,and feel.A ghost in front of me.I drew in my last breath,and I waited for the worst to happen.But then,Eric ran through the ghost,holding a pistol.

“Come and get me!"he yelled as loud as he could.“Come and get me!"

I couldn't see him clearly.My vision was a blur.The pain was gone and my senses were gone as death took a step closer to me.Eric was busy screaming when a bullet went though his brain.I could still scream as he fell down next to me.I was shaking,and I was cold.The chill in my bones was almost impossible to warm up.

But something happened,something changed during that process.The sun was rising and from a short distance,the castle had a different view.Eric's blood formed a pool around me,and yet I could not move.The life was being sucked out of me,and as time passed I felt weaker.

Then,I felt hands on me.Someone was picking me up and I think I heard people yelling.It was all a blur.I didn't know who was who.I couldn't distinguish.Then the screams echoed in my mind,and I closed me eyes.But before I did,I made a promise to myself.If I survived,it would be my motto.

I would never,ever come back to this place again.

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