This piece of writing has nothing, to do with anything. It was my first piece of writing really, back at the beginning of last year. It was for this English 'young writer' thing that my teacher entered me in. I don't know why anyone would read it…but I wanted to post it, cause it's something that's very important to me.
Margret.
I looked down at my hands and saw blood; my own blood. It was like I was trapped in a cage underwater and couldn't get out, walls closing down on me and blocking my view from any outside light. My breaths were getting heaver and heaver. My whole body felt stiff. Then it all went black, and I felt my life coming to an end.
"Mark! Truth or dare?" Not wanting to seem like a total wimp around my little brothers I had of course asked for a dare, because If I was to choose truth I would never hear the end of it.
Joe looked like he was thinking really hard, which of course was very different for him. Then he whispered to Tony, who nodded and smirked, Joe then cleared his throat.
"I dare you to spend two days in the old Wentanky mansion." Shot. The boy could really think of a good dare. I felt a lump form in my throat.
"Ye-yeah I'll do it!" It couldn't be that creepy, could it? That night, I lied to my mom and told her I was going to spend the weekend with my friend Billy, and of course; she believed every word I said. As we came to the fence that was wrapped around the old grey mansion which looked like it could collapse at any moment; Joe stopped.
"This is as far as I'm going Mark, good luck." I looked at Joe and Tony then slowly made my way through the tall grass and weeds, up to the door of the creepiest place I had ever seen in my life.
Just two days.
I pushed open the door too find spider webs and furniture covered in huge white sheets. There were picture frames all over the walls, reaching up all the way to the ceiling. A lot of them had newspaper articles in them, some had old paintings. But one of them really caught my attention. In the very middle of the wall, behind some dusted covered tables there was a panting of a pale young girl. She had piercing bright green eyes, and dark chocolate hair. Shivering, I kept walking.
Even though I had heard so many weird and crazy stories about this place, it just didn't feel creepy; it felt...welcoming. Then something chilled my skin and all the hair on my body stuck right up.
Great, Mark.
Just Great.
What have you gotten yourself into?
Margret.
I sat on the hill in the backyard of the huge house my family was occupying right now. I looked at the sun and wondered what it would be like if I just ran away from this place. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. Even though it was the biggest house in the town and was full of rare and expensive things…it just wasn't home to me.
"Margret sweetie, come in! It's time for your dress fitting." I took another look at the beautiful blue sky that was clear as glass.
"Sweetheart could you please try to stay still why Miss Ruth fixes your dress?"
"Mother is this really necessary?"
My mother hissed, "Margret Elizabeth Wentanky don't back talk me."
I took a deep breath and set my bag down on one of the long couches. I looked around at all the news paper articles, some dating back to 1912. I then made my way to the spiral staircase and climbed up it. There were about 10 doors just in the first hallway.
I went to the very back one, and opened the door up. It looked like someone had still stayed in this room. The huge bed that was covered in brown and blue pillows and sheets, laid a small book. Above a big vanity there was a huge window that was covered in boards. Next to a dresser, there was a door. I opened it and walked into a huge room that had shoes all over the floor and in the middle, on a wooden chair there was a deep silk blue dress.
"Do you enjoy trespassing?"
I started to shake; I slowly turned my body to see who was talking.