The end: part
one
I’d never been so scared. Every
muscle in my body was tensed. I was running so fast my feet
barely touched the ground. I could feel the adrenaline
pumping through my body. The only thing that mattered was
getting away from
her.
My brother, Seth, was running along side me. I could tell he
was scared too. This may be because we’re twins, but I
could always tell what he was feeling.Then again, maybe I
just knew him well enough.
It was then that I toke in my surroundings. Usually my mind
doesn’t work properly when I'm running. This time
it did. A little more than I expected, too. I was running
down an upstairs hallway in what seemed to be a very old
mansion. There was cobwebs everywhere and wallpaper from
probably the early 1900s. Also, there was paintings of people
everywhere. One similarity connected them all - all the
people in the paintings had bright green eyes, exactly like
mine.
I had just realized something. This house reminded me of the
spooky houses you hear about in ghost stories. The cobwebs,
dust, and strange paintings were all aspects of a haunted
house. All the ghost stories I’ve heard start with some
kids entering a haunted house, and end with the kids
never
coming out. I really hoped this wouldn’t be like that.
All of a sudden, the stairs came into view. There must be a
door at the bottom of them (or at least a back door)! We were
so close to being free.
I looked back at the woman chasing us. She had grayish-brown
hair that was matted into knots and tangles. She had few
wrinkles, which was surprising to me. She walked odd, as if
she had a limp. However, I don’t see how she could have
been walking. We were running, and she was keeping up with us
fine. She also had red eyes. Blood red eyes. However, the
thing that scared me the most was the knife she had in her
hand.
“Seth,” I whispered, “Go down the stairs, I
think there might be a back door down
there.”
“Okay I was thinking the same thing,” he
whispered back.
We both dashed down the stairs. I was going two steps at a
time. I saw it! The door! I was right! The door out was right
near the bottom of the stairs. I got to the bottom and
reached for the knob.
It was locked! Of course it was locked. I twisted and turned
it, but the door must have been bolted shut on the outside. I
had a feeling I knew who did it too.
