Spook
May 3rd, 2011, 11:18 AM
My hair is soaked as we walk torwards the dark marble building. The rain pours down. We are in a small city at the edge of a borest called Gateland. Makes sense because of the big black iron gate that is the entryway of the city. My parents are leaving me here with My Aunt Basila for 5 months while they go on a research trip to South Africa. Aunt Basila was the only member of our family that wasn't out of town when they had to leave. I have never met my Aunt Basila. Every time she calls, mom has a worried look on her face. My parents don't like Aunt Basila, but I don't know why. I lug my heavy leather suitcase torwards Basila's house, and my parents whisper: "Call us if anything goes wrong." I shudder. It seems like they think I am gonna get murdered or something.
I knock on the heavy wooden door with the huge iron knocker. It is an old house, and I hear the vibrations of the knock run through the hall. The door creaks open 2 minutes later. A craggly voice calls out. "Bella?" I try to smile. "Um, hey." I say. My mom steps up behind me, and whispers into Basila's ear. "Don't worry, she'll be fine." She says in that cold voice." I back up, but Basila grabs me by the sleeve. "Come in." She orders. I step into the musty hall. "Bye...mom." I say, giving her a quick smack on the cheek. "Now come, let me show you your room." Basila says. I follow her up the winding stone steps to a small triangular-shaped attic room. There is a small cot in the corner, and piles of dusty books laying everywhere. A bookshelf on the far wall is filled with old books. I look through the titles: Shakespeare, The Odyssey and Iliad, the Holy Bible. Tons of science, geometry, algebra, literature, and health books. "You are welcome to read any of the books." Basila says in her rough voice. "Just don't go in the closet." She says, suddenly taking on an icy tone. "Explore the house, do whatever you want." She says, using a iron key to lock the small closet door. "I'll be in my study." She says, suspiciously staring through her dirty spectacles. I nod. "Okay, I will be fine." I say squeamishly. I find a towel in the cramped bathroom and dry my hair, then I go out into the hall. This looks like a fun house to explore. I look at all the old black-and-white pictures as I walk down the hallway of the fifth floor. I run my fingers along the knicked and scuffed old walls, thinking about children running through with balls and jump-ropes, heading outside to play. This was my mother's mom's house. Aunt Basil, mom's sister, inherited the house after granny had died. I had never been here because granny was in a nursing home when I first visited her, and Mom didn't talk to her sister much, or ever visit. I imagine my mother in her room, pink checker quilts and her boo-boo bear, a scruffy old teddy she carried everywhere. I smile.
I head into a small bright room. It is mom's. I recognize the pink comforter from a picture. Aunt Basila didn't change the place much. A hand-painted sign says "Rosemary." My mom and her sisters were all named after herbs. If you ask me, Basila is a weird name, but I'm not saying anything. I don't see boo-boo bear. I look under the bed. He's there, covered in dust. I pick him out and take him with me, holding him away from my shirt. I head down the hall, and find the laundry room, a sweet fabric wash-smelling tile room. I place boo-boo bear in the washer, pour some soap in, and start it up. I close the door quietly behind me as I leave, then head further down the hall. I go into the next doorway. It's a storage room. I flick on the light, and sit in a small leather chair. I might as well root around for some entertainment. I look through old photographs of the family, books, childhood memories, old seed packets, a flower pressing book, and alot more. I pick up and old yellowed book. The pages are curled from age. I am about to put it back when a thin sheet of yellowed paper slips out of the book. I pick it up and read it.
March 5th, 1940. A fire springs up in a tall marble house in Gatesville, Washington. Robert Montgomery killed in the fire, as well as his wife, Basila Montgomery, and their 3-month-old baby, Sarah Montgomery. They were buried at Gatesville Cemetary on March 8th, 1940, and had a funeral service attended by the daughter of Basil and Robert, Rosemary Montgomery, who survived the fire."
My mouth drops open as I read this. I am shocked. This can't be right. Aunt Basil is well and living, right in the house. Suddenly I hear a cold, icy voice, and I tuck the paper into my shirt. "WHAT do you THINK you are DOING?" Aunt Basil says, lumbering into the room, her black eyes staring me down. I shudder. "I was--looking...for my mom's...boo-boo bear." I say, shuddering more. "I'm sorry if you thought....I was snooping. Her expression relaxes. "Go outside and play." She says, motioning with her hand. "No more exploring for today." She says. I sneak into the laundry room and throw boo-boo bear in the dryer before I go outside.
The chill of the winter makes me shudder as I did inside. I zip my jacket up to my chin, and wrap my arms around myself. "Hey!" I hear someone call. I walk over to a young girl who is sitting on a curb. "What's your name?" She asks. I smile at her. She has light wispy blonde hair and sea blue eyes, and straight white teeth, as I see when she smiles at me. "I'm Kara." I say. "Well actually Karmabella, but I go by Kara. It's spelled with a K." I say sweetly, sitting by her. "What's yours?" I ask. She giggles, and pulls on my hand. "Follow meeee!" She says, pulling me along with her. Suddenly I hear another voice. "Don't go with her." It says. I turn around, and a boy with shaggy brown hair and grey eyes is standing behind me, eyes burning holes into the little girl's back. "GO HOME!!!" He screams at the little girl. I turn around, and she's gone. I walk up to him. "What was that for?" I ask. "She was a nice little girl." I say. "You just don't want to get involved with the wrong people." He says.
Hope you guys liked chapter 1!
I knock on the heavy wooden door with the huge iron knocker. It is an old house, and I hear the vibrations of the knock run through the hall. The door creaks open 2 minutes later. A craggly voice calls out. "Bella?" I try to smile. "Um, hey." I say. My mom steps up behind me, and whispers into Basila's ear. "Don't worry, she'll be fine." She says in that cold voice." I back up, but Basila grabs me by the sleeve. "Come in." She orders. I step into the musty hall. "Bye...mom." I say, giving her a quick smack on the cheek. "Now come, let me show you your room." Basila says. I follow her up the winding stone steps to a small triangular-shaped attic room. There is a small cot in the corner, and piles of dusty books laying everywhere. A bookshelf on the far wall is filled with old books. I look through the titles: Shakespeare, The Odyssey and Iliad, the Holy Bible. Tons of science, geometry, algebra, literature, and health books. "You are welcome to read any of the books." Basila says in her rough voice. "Just don't go in the closet." She says, suddenly taking on an icy tone. "Explore the house, do whatever you want." She says, using a iron key to lock the small closet door. "I'll be in my study." She says, suspiciously staring through her dirty spectacles. I nod. "Okay, I will be fine." I say squeamishly. I find a towel in the cramped bathroom and dry my hair, then I go out into the hall. This looks like a fun house to explore. I look at all the old black-and-white pictures as I walk down the hallway of the fifth floor. I run my fingers along the knicked and scuffed old walls, thinking about children running through with balls and jump-ropes, heading outside to play. This was my mother's mom's house. Aunt Basil, mom's sister, inherited the house after granny had died. I had never been here because granny was in a nursing home when I first visited her, and Mom didn't talk to her sister much, or ever visit. I imagine my mother in her room, pink checker quilts and her boo-boo bear, a scruffy old teddy she carried everywhere. I smile.
I head into a small bright room. It is mom's. I recognize the pink comforter from a picture. Aunt Basila didn't change the place much. A hand-painted sign says "Rosemary." My mom and her sisters were all named after herbs. If you ask me, Basila is a weird name, but I'm not saying anything. I don't see boo-boo bear. I look under the bed. He's there, covered in dust. I pick him out and take him with me, holding him away from my shirt. I head down the hall, and find the laundry room, a sweet fabric wash-smelling tile room. I place boo-boo bear in the washer, pour some soap in, and start it up. I close the door quietly behind me as I leave, then head further down the hall. I go into the next doorway. It's a storage room. I flick on the light, and sit in a small leather chair. I might as well root around for some entertainment. I look through old photographs of the family, books, childhood memories, old seed packets, a flower pressing book, and alot more. I pick up and old yellowed book. The pages are curled from age. I am about to put it back when a thin sheet of yellowed paper slips out of the book. I pick it up and read it.
March 5th, 1940. A fire springs up in a tall marble house in Gatesville, Washington. Robert Montgomery killed in the fire, as well as his wife, Basila Montgomery, and their 3-month-old baby, Sarah Montgomery. They were buried at Gatesville Cemetary on March 8th, 1940, and had a funeral service attended by the daughter of Basil and Robert, Rosemary Montgomery, who survived the fire."
My mouth drops open as I read this. I am shocked. This can't be right. Aunt Basil is well and living, right in the house. Suddenly I hear a cold, icy voice, and I tuck the paper into my shirt. "WHAT do you THINK you are DOING?" Aunt Basil says, lumbering into the room, her black eyes staring me down. I shudder. "I was--looking...for my mom's...boo-boo bear." I say, shuddering more. "I'm sorry if you thought....I was snooping. Her expression relaxes. "Go outside and play." She says, motioning with her hand. "No more exploring for today." She says. I sneak into the laundry room and throw boo-boo bear in the dryer before I go outside.
The chill of the winter makes me shudder as I did inside. I zip my jacket up to my chin, and wrap my arms around myself. "Hey!" I hear someone call. I walk over to a young girl who is sitting on a curb. "What's your name?" She asks. I smile at her. She has light wispy blonde hair and sea blue eyes, and straight white teeth, as I see when she smiles at me. "I'm Kara." I say. "Well actually Karmabella, but I go by Kara. It's spelled with a K." I say sweetly, sitting by her. "What's yours?" I ask. She giggles, and pulls on my hand. "Follow meeee!" She says, pulling me along with her. Suddenly I hear another voice. "Don't go with her." It says. I turn around, and a boy with shaggy brown hair and grey eyes is standing behind me, eyes burning holes into the little girl's back. "GO HOME!!!" He screams at the little girl. I turn around, and she's gone. I walk up to him. "What was that for?" I ask. "She was a nice little girl." I say. "You just don't want to get involved with the wrong people." He says.
Hope you guys liked chapter 1!