Acrilo Mordon looked at her brand new house. It looked old and victorian.
Acrilo shuddered. She didn't like the house. Her little brother Antonio did
though.
"Cool! Is it haunted?" Antonio yelled, and climbed out of the car. It did have sort of a haunted look to it.
"No honey, I'm sure it isn't." Her mom said, laughing.
"But.oh this sucks." Antonio said.
"Stinks." Her dad said, growling.
"Excuse me.STINKS." Antonio said, smirking.
Antonio was ten. He was a cute little boy, but Acrilo didn't get along with him all the time.
"Yah, yah Antonio, come on, lets go pick our rooms." Acrilo said with her strong Spanish accent. She moved from Mexico when she was eight and still had the accent.
"God Acrilo, fine come on!" Antonio yelled, then ran inside fast. Acrilo sauntered to the house slowly.
There was only two bedrooms. One downstairs and one upstairs.
"Oh no! Looks like we'll be sharing a room kiddo!" Acrilo said. Antonio pouted.
"Can't you sleep on the couch sister?" Antoinio whined.
"No Antonio! Don't be a brat!" Acrilo said. "But I think I'll go explore the house."
Acrilo went back down the steps and admired the kitchen and living room and dining room. Then she tiptoed back upstairs, looking at the bedrooms and bathrooms, and then she noticed a closet.
Opening it, Acrilo expected something ghostly, like in all horror books, but no, it was just a closet. A little dangling string hung down, and Acrilo pulled it.
A light turned on. The closet was a normal sized closet, but there was a door on the ceiling.
"Mom! Dad!" Acrilo yelled. They came running. "Look, a cool looking door! Can I open it?"
"Why not honey?" Mom smiled warmly, and walked back downstairs.
"Just don't hurt yourself child." Dad said frowning. "Doesn't look that safe to me."
"Yah yah Papa, whatever." Acrilo muttered under her breath. She pulled open the door when Dad had gone to Antonio.
It was dusty but there was a little ladder. Acrilo dusted off the first step, and coughed.
"That is a lot of dust." Acrilo muttered under her breath. She started up the steps.
Soon she was in a dimly lit room, lit by a little window. It smelled musty, and there was a lot of dust.
Acrilo shuffled around, because it wasn't like an empty room, it had things in it. Trunks and stuff.
Acrilo crept over to a trunk and slid it open. Dust flew out, and Acrilo closed her eyes.
Opening them again, she saw dolls and a book. Opening the book, it appeared to be a crisp diary.
"Ooh, a diary! How exciting!" Acrilo said. She dropped it by her side, and that made a big dust cloud also.
She wanted to go to the truck again. Dragging the diary along with her, she went down the steps.
She was about to close the door, when it snapped closed itself.
Acrilo got really cold. The air felt cold. She turned to open the door, but noticed it was locked.
Acrilo was stuck in a dark closet. She pulled the light. It wouldn't go on. She freaked. Pulling to get to the attic again, she clamoured up the stairs.
Stuck in the attic.
Forever.
She got an eerie feeling, like somebody else was in there. Watching her. Spying on her. Plotting against her.
"SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Acrilo said screaming, rushing back down the stairs.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She yelled again, as she grabbed the door. She made it important to keep the other door open, so light would show. But it snapped closed again.
"HELP!!!" She yelled. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
~*~
Authors Note: Like my story? I like it! I like it a lot! Hehe! But its only just beginning, ma darling! Only just beginning! Please review! But you don't have to, its not like I'm begging! I really like this story! One of my better stories I think. Plus, I like how I ended the first chapter. My little sister Christine liked it. I said, do you like it? She said yeah. YIPPY! First critic: approves!
"Cool! Is it haunted?" Antonio yelled, and climbed out of the car. It did have sort of a haunted look to it.
"No honey, I'm sure it isn't." Her mom said, laughing.
"But.oh this sucks." Antonio said.
"Stinks." Her dad said, growling.
"Excuse me.STINKS." Antonio said, smirking.
Antonio was ten. He was a cute little boy, but Acrilo didn't get along with him all the time.
"Yah, yah Antonio, come on, lets go pick our rooms." Acrilo said with her strong Spanish accent. She moved from Mexico when she was eight and still had the accent.
"God Acrilo, fine come on!" Antonio yelled, then ran inside fast. Acrilo sauntered to the house slowly.
There was only two bedrooms. One downstairs and one upstairs.
"Oh no! Looks like we'll be sharing a room kiddo!" Acrilo said. Antonio pouted.
"Can't you sleep on the couch sister?" Antoinio whined.
"No Antonio! Don't be a brat!" Acrilo said. "But I think I'll go explore the house."
Acrilo went back down the steps and admired the kitchen and living room and dining room. Then she tiptoed back upstairs, looking at the bedrooms and bathrooms, and then she noticed a closet.
Opening it, Acrilo expected something ghostly, like in all horror books, but no, it was just a closet. A little dangling string hung down, and Acrilo pulled it.
A light turned on. The closet was a normal sized closet, but there was a door on the ceiling.
"Mom! Dad!" Acrilo yelled. They came running. "Look, a cool looking door! Can I open it?"
"Why not honey?" Mom smiled warmly, and walked back downstairs.
"Just don't hurt yourself child." Dad said frowning. "Doesn't look that safe to me."
"Yah yah Papa, whatever." Acrilo muttered under her breath. She pulled open the door when Dad had gone to Antonio.
It was dusty but there was a little ladder. Acrilo dusted off the first step, and coughed.
"That is a lot of dust." Acrilo muttered under her breath. She started up the steps.
Soon she was in a dimly lit room, lit by a little window. It smelled musty, and there was a lot of dust.
Acrilo shuffled around, because it wasn't like an empty room, it had things in it. Trunks and stuff.
Acrilo crept over to a trunk and slid it open. Dust flew out, and Acrilo closed her eyes.
Opening them again, she saw dolls and a book. Opening the book, it appeared to be a crisp diary.
"Ooh, a diary! How exciting!" Acrilo said. She dropped it by her side, and that made a big dust cloud also.
She wanted to go to the truck again. Dragging the diary along with her, she went down the steps.
She was about to close the door, when it snapped closed itself.
Acrilo got really cold. The air felt cold. She turned to open the door, but noticed it was locked.
Acrilo was stuck in a dark closet. She pulled the light. It wouldn't go on. She freaked. Pulling to get to the attic again, she clamoured up the stairs.
Stuck in the attic.
Forever.
She got an eerie feeling, like somebody else was in there. Watching her. Spying on her. Plotting against her.
"SOMEBODY GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Acrilo said screaming, rushing back down the stairs.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She yelled again, as she grabbed the door. She made it important to keep the other door open, so light would show. But it snapped closed again.
"HELP!!!" She yelled. She screamed at the top of her lungs.
~*~
Authors Note: Like my story? I like it! I like it a lot! Hehe! But its only just beginning, ma darling! Only just beginning! Please review! But you don't have to, its not like I'm begging! I really like this story! One of my better stories I think. Plus, I like how I ended the first chapter. My little sister Christine liked it. I said, do you like it? She said yeah. YIPPY! First critic: approves!