Containment 0728

Here are some things you need to know before I tell this story. I'm 13 years old. I live near Connecticut and I live with my uncle. We live in this rich neighborhood filled with mansions. But his house takes the cake, because his house is not a house, but a castle. An old, creaky, 5 story, 68-room Italian castle. I always knew my uncle worked for the government, but he never told me exactly what he did. What I like doing when I go to his house (or castle) is exploring it. Currently, I have explored every single room except for his secret library. He always keeps the door leading to it locked, but I found the key. I also made a copy of it for myself. Anyway, I waited at night until he was asleep, then I took the key out from underneath my pillow. I got dressed and put on my shoulder-holster that he gave me. I got a flashlight, my dagger, a can of pepper spray and a lighter. I tucked the key in my pocket and crept into the dark hallway. I made my down to the ground floor then down a narrow staircase leading to the basement area. I walked up to the wooden double doors of the library and pressed the key into the keyhole. It fit nicely. A triumphant grin spread across my face and I pushed open the doors.

The inside of the library was well lit. I stepped onto a black and white-checkered marble floor and closed the doors behind me. The room was decently sized, with rows and rows of dusty books. I made my way to one of the shelves and pulled a book off the shelf. I heard a metallic click and the floor started to move. It sunk down in a spiral pattern and grew steps. I realized I had just opened a secret staircase. I had always wanted to do that! I thought. I looked down at the book. I blew off the dust. On the cover, it read, Containment 0728. I looked at the staircase and knew what I had to do. I slowly began my descent into a living nightmare. As I walked the steep, spiral staircase, it began to get darker. I turned on my flashlight. I decided I didn't need my book and set it down on one of the steps. If only I had bothered to read it.

Once I had gotten to the bottom of the staircase, I saw a rusty lift. Engraved in the side of it was Containment 0728. I took a deep breath. Maybe I was crazy. Maybe I was fearless. Maybe both. I stepped onto the lift. There was a dark panel and a fingerprint scanner. I pressed my finger down on it and felt a warm green light pass underneath my finger. A rusty cage door closed across the entrance to the lift and, with a jolting movement, the lift began to descend. Finally, it reached the bottom. The door opened and I stepped into a musty, rust covered hallway. There was a couple hanging lights on the ceiling, so I put my flashlight away. I found a rusty double- barrel shotgun lying on the ground. I checked it and it had two shotgun shells in it. I didn't know if it was functioning or not, but I put it in my shoulder holster.

I continued down the hallway until I reached an iron door. Containment 0728 was scratched into the door. I accidentally sneezed. My big mistake. From behind the door I heard an inhuman roar. Something started to pound the door. Terrified, I stepped back. Dents started to appear in the door. Then with a final THUD! , the door came crashing down. Standing there was – something that barely even resembled a human. Where the eyes would have been, there were stitches. It had a huge gaping mouth filled with rows of sharp teeth. There was fresh blood stained across its face. It was grey and shriveled, yet it stood tall. It reminded me of some kind of Zombie. Without having to think about it, I took the shotgun out of its holster and shot 0728 in the stomach. I heard a sickening sploosh and blood spattered onto the floor. I reloaded and shot the other round at it, taking a chunk out of its shoulder. It let out another roar and threw a slimy, grey arm at me. It grabbed me and pulled me in. It opened its enormous mouth and sunk its teeth into my shoulder. I let out a cry of pain and reached into my pocket. I pulled out my dagger and stabbed it in the side. It let go of me and howled. I whacked it in the head with the shotgun and then I ran.

I got to the lift and quickly scanned my finger. Suddenly, 0728 lunged at the lift just as the cage door started to close. The door closed on its hands, severing them from their owner. 0728 screamed in outrage and slammed his face into the lift door, spattering blood onto my face. The lift began to rise up, leaving 0728 in the dark, rusty hallway. When I got out of the lift, I could hear a repetitive roar underneath the lift. I took my dagger and cut the wires keeping the lift suspended. I heard an enormous crashing noise. 0728 stopped roaring.

I ran up the staircase and put the book back in the shelf. I heard the metallic clicking noise and the staircase contracted, closing back up to become a marble floor again. I went and sat down in a chair in the corner of the room to catch my breath. Once I had calmed down, I noticed that I was sitting at a desk. There were papers sprawled out across the workspace. There was an opened letter addressed to my uncle. This could be my chance to find out what my uncle really did. I read over the letter. It was a request from the government asking if my uncle could catch and contain specimen 0657, which, apparently, had been found in a forest near Denver, Colorado. I gasped. I couldn't believe my eyes! My uncle's an undercover agent who has a job capturing and containing dangerous creatures and beings! I looked around the library and realized that every single one of the books led to some sort of contained specimen. My days at my uncle's house had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.