The Book Of Nightmares

The snake wriggled out of my grasp and turned to face me. I was scared but I faced it. It coiled itself up and began to cough.

I stared at it in confusion, trying to figure out what it was trying to do. Then a hand shot out of the mouth. There was a terrible cracking sound, as though bones were breaking and reattaching. The hand turned into an arm and into a shoulder. Then it quickly retracted.

I stood at about a metre away, still gawking at the snake. It's jaws, wide open, fangs bared and eyes turned clean white. Then, a single eye popped out. The flesh surrounding it, was a disgusting murky brown.

It stared at me; not daring to blink, I stared back until it blinked.

Finally, it stood or rather squatted before me. It looked like a cross between a spider and a contortionist. I made no attempt to move. It crawled towards me but I still didn't inch away.

It's sticky black hair, dripped a slimy blackish green liquid. It's sticky black hair stuck to it's face like glue. It's sticky black hair was now merging into my own blue hair. The thing tackled me then stood above me, breathing as though it's lungs had suffered, devoid of oxygen for a long time. It inched closer to my face and coughed right into my mouth. It tasted like muddy peanut butter and oily fish paste.

Then it swerved toward my ear and whispered. At first it sounded like gibberish. Then I made out three words.

"Set...us...freee"

Xaela Sierra is not your average teen. She lives with a dark past and a darker secret. Once she gains the power of life and death, she sets out to find the truth behind everything, from her sister's death to her father's disappearance.