Chapter 1: A Meeting in the Dark
My name is Jacob Johnson. I am fourteen. And I hate this story. It has so much sadness and pain. I almost couldn't bring myself to tell it. I live in a children's home in London because there was nowhere else to live. It annoys me when I leave whatever book I am reading downstairs and can't read it at night because i don't ever feel like sleeping. I get lost in the story and can't quite seem to stop reading. Tonight I realized I had left it downstairs a moment too late. I decided I'd just sleep so I lay down and put my head of the pillow. Then I turned around. And rolled over. And repeated. And I still couldn't sleep. I made my way to the stairs, cringing with the creak of every floorboard. I thought I had left my book on the table, so I cursed under my breath. The dining table was at the end of the hallway. Then, there was a noise. A creak of the floorboard. I was caught! Then a figure loomed into view. He was only visible in a faint silhouette, but I could tell there was something strange about him. He didn't have a neck, and his head was very oddly shaped. He was shorter than I am (which is saying something.) Terror flooded my thoughts. What was it? Was it here for me? Is there a way out? I was going to run until I the creature came closer. It wasn't a floorboard. It was the readiness of a gun. Suddenly, I heard voices from the next room. "Are you positive, Doctor?" said a female voice. A man's voice cut in. "The signal was unmistakable, Clara. The Death Crystal is buried around-" I yelled for help, desperate that the couple would hear. The pair of them rushed through the door, but I didn't have time to see them. After an exclaimed "What the hell are you doing!" from the man and a few loud noises the world disappeared and I fell from counciousness.