The Curse Of The Orb Series - Book One - The Spinning Rope's

Prologue

            Blood. Red, incandescent blood covered the floor of the bathroom. I could barely move. I could hardly breathe. I didn't know what to do but stand there and gape at the sight of my Aunt Cora. My beautiful Aunt Cora, who was now severed in two on the bathroom floor. It wasn't a surprise that we got some bad storms here in the state of Florida. But I have never seen so much carnegie as a result of a storm, like this. At least, not in person and not when the storm wasn't as bad as the one's Florida was known to have in the past. The wind was howling softly and the warm air was starting to fill the bathroom causing an unpleasant scent. The window had been blown into shards due to the massive tree that must have come sailing through it. One of the tree's branches must have sliced through my Aunt Cora's neck. The branches had some of her blood dripping from them. Her blonde hair was sprawled over her face and down her shoulders that were barely attached to her head anymore. The room was small, the vinyl flooring that had been a light grey was now stained red. The window was near the shower, which must have been where my Aunt Cora was, seeing as she was now naked and helpless on the ground. The leaves on the branches rattled with the light sway of the wind. I finally found the courage to move my feet and I ran to the phone that was somehow still attached to the wall in the kitchen. I thought that if a storm could cause something like this then the entire house must be falling apart and I was just blinded and couldn't see it when I walked into the house. I picked up the phone but it didn't leave a dialing tone like it usually did. Of course, the storm must have knocked out any possible standing power lines or phone lines or, really any line that would help me contact someone for help.

            I walked around inside the small ranch house that was placed at the end of Caldberry Road here in Pensacola, Florida. Nothing else seemed to be damaged. The roof was fairly intact, all other windows were still solid and standing with no cracks to be seen. In fact, I hadn't seen any other house that looked like there was too much damage to it. I slid down the green colored hallway wall where my Aunt Cora liked to hang pictures of her travels around the world. She had been everywhere from small towns in the USA to Paris, France and Tokyo, Japan. I envy how amazing her life is. Now, was. If only I hadn't come into her life. If I hadn't, she would be alive and packing for her next trip. She would be smiling and joking about how she wouldn't be missing this unpredictable weather that had you feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin one minute to hudling down in a corner for safety the next. I could see her now, horribly folding clothes into her suitcase and giving me a kiss on the cheek before telling me she would be back in about a week. She was a flight attendant so she left me at home alone with contacts to call in case I needed help and enough money to last me the time she was gone. I didn't mind it, I wasn't expecting her to drop her entire life for me. That wouldn't be fair. This, this isn't fair.

            I had only been here one month. And now the same questions bombarded my brain. How did it find me? Why did it do this? What does it want? It seems that these endless questions never seemed close to getting answered. I felt the warmth of a tear run down my face. People die around me. Everyone I know is in danger and it's all because of that cursed ball-like energy that has caused so much pain to me and anyone that sets foot in my life. Like the car wreck that killed Logan, the home invasion that took away Lacey, even the food poisoning catastrophe that ended Tavish. My parents, they disappeared and never came back. I don't even know what happened to them. My best guess is that aliens abducted them or the earth just swallowed them whole because as rare as it is for things like that to happen its just as rare as all the circumstances in which these people were scraped away from my life for the past year, along with today.

            Everything was fine before that day. Everything was fine before my friends and I visited that abandoned beach near Lake Erie in the state of Ohio, also known as my hometown. Everything was normal before we found the true hauntings of that ridiculous game. The Spinning Ropes. A tall metal pole with thick twine ropes sends a shiver down my spine each time I picture it in my mind. It was supposed to be fun. We were supposed to laugh and swim and prove to all the people that actually believed there was anything scary or unsettling about that place wrong. But I believe it now. I understand. This game was no longer a joke and we no longer knew how to stop the repercussions we kept being hit with, time and time again. In fact, it's truly just left to Kade and I. We are the only two left standing in this hell. The only two people who played the game and have yet to die from the red like orb that followed the players to their death. It was like it knew where we were every second of every day. It watches us. It's always one step ahead with the intention of killing those that played the game. I don't know how to stop it. I don't know how to end this nightmare.