dravynslilvamp
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It was one of those stormy dark nights. The rain just falling, and thudding against the window. Almost as if a burglar was trying to enter the old house. The house was a mini castle although it was a castle. It was about a hundred years old. Still standing even after the original owner had hung himself right where the stair well was.
Shayla had heard a crash followed by one of the old windows blowing opened. Throwing her book on the old brownish off white couch as she went to the window and closed it. Shivering as she latched it hearing a little click, but got startled as she seen a pale man with milk white eyes, but yet some spirals to form the pupils. He was in a long black trench, and it looked like he was just hovering.
When Shayla turned she saw nothing, and sighed as she walked to the door way looking at each sides to make sure no one was in the old building. Shaking her head she returned upon on the couch and to her book.
It wasn’t until a half hour later she heard her sister scream. “Why the hell aren’t my spells working damit?” Shayla laughing as she turned the page to her book. Her sister was always trying to cast spells and none ever worked.
Hearing foot steps running down the stairs like a thud then a skid looking up she saw the guy again, and then the voice of her sister caught her gazed, and then she looked at her sister’s angry face with her black hair draped over her brownish hazel eyes. “You whore.”
Shayla scoffed laying her book down on the table, and she got up “I am still a virgin how can I be a harlot is the proper terminology by the way.” Amber looked at her “You told me that spell would work, and it has not worked I wanted to see an immortal, and is one here no there is not so you lied.”
Shayla looked confused for a moment “Amber I never said it would work I said try, and see you really should do your own spells.” Looking to the side of the door as she seen the figure again. “Why do you keep looking over there?” Shaking her head Shayla snapped her head back to her sister “ Your delusional” is all she said before she walked to the kitchen.
Things did not add up if Amber was doing the spells why was she seeing this figure? “Amber!” Shayla had called out but by this time she was gone. “Amber” she called out again as she searched the halls, and nothing. It was like her sister disappeared into thin air. “Amber!!!” A course of anger, and worry swept over Shayla.
Running into Amber’s room there she saw the pentagram, and before she even touches it she had visions of her sister being trapped by some demon. Sighing she turned around, and now the ghostly figure was as clear as day like any other normal person. Closing her eyes telling herself it was a dream she opened her eyes.
He was still there okay, clearly this is not dream. “Who or What are you, and where is Amber?”
Shayla had heard a crash followed by one of the old windows blowing opened. Throwing her book on the old brownish off white couch as she went to the window and closed it. Shivering as she latched it hearing a little click, but got startled as she seen a pale man with milk white eyes, but yet some spirals to form the pupils. He was in a long black trench, and it looked like he was just hovering.
When Shayla turned she saw nothing, and sighed as she walked to the door way looking at each sides to make sure no one was in the old building. Shaking her head she returned upon on the couch and to her book.
It wasn’t until a half hour later she heard her sister scream. “Why the hell aren’t my spells working damit?” Shayla laughing as she turned the page to her book. Her sister was always trying to cast spells and none ever worked.
Hearing foot steps running down the stairs like a thud then a skid looking up she saw the guy again, and then the voice of her sister caught her gazed, and then she looked at her sister’s angry face with her black hair draped over her brownish hazel eyes. “You whore.”
Shayla scoffed laying her book down on the table, and she got up “I am still a virgin how can I be a harlot is the proper terminology by the way.” Amber looked at her “You told me that spell would work, and it has not worked I wanted to see an immortal, and is one here no there is not so you lied.”
Shayla looked confused for a moment “Amber I never said it would work I said try, and see you really should do your own spells.” Looking to the side of the door as she seen the figure again. “Why do you keep looking over there?” Shaking her head Shayla snapped her head back to her sister “ Your delusional” is all she said before she walked to the kitchen.
Things did not add up if Amber was doing the spells why was she seeing this figure? “Amber!” Shayla had called out but by this time she was gone. “Amber” she called out again as she searched the halls, and nothing. It was like her sister disappeared into thin air. “Amber!!!” A course of anger, and worry swept over Shayla.
Running into Amber’s room there she saw the pentagram, and before she even touches it she had visions of her sister being trapped by some demon. Sighing she turned around, and now the ghostly figure was as clear as day like any other normal person. Closing her eyes telling herself it was a dream she opened her eyes.
He was still there okay, clearly this is not dream. “Who or What are you, and where is Amber?”
