Barely Breathing - my_mind_speak a.k.a R.G Teongson (classic books for 12 year olds txt) 📗

batches by the gate. The moonlight cast a ghoulish glow on the house. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosperity. Cobwebs covered the corners of the doors, tiny black spiders threading towards their prey. The house is fit for the kings and queens of the supernatural.


The door begrudgingly creaked open. A musty, dank order creep into my nose. The house was dead silence except for the intermittent creaks and moans. Black and brown mold dotted the ceiling in clusters, evident of rain seeping through the roof. We quietly entered the dark living room. Windows covered with grime and dirt, the calm moonlight struggled to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. The sofa and chairs overturned revealing deep grooves on the ground where they used to sit. Wallpaper lay curled on the floor. A large jagged hole dug through the wall stood as though daring any to enter. Picture frames hanged off-centered. Sharp shadows roamed around the room. A misplaced grand bookcase stood the corner of the room, undisturbed for a long time. Selecting the correct book could reveal a secret doorway into a labyrinth.

I made my way back into the hallway, forgetting about Cee, a slimmer of light came from behind a door. I approached and opened the door. I had reached the bathroom. The single window was mildly dirty, a flood of light flowed into the room. Dust swirled around the room as I made my way inside. The medicine cabinet mirror lay shattered in pieces on the floor tile. Empty medicine bottle lay in the porcelain sink. The only sound to be heard is the drip, drip of the faucet. A closer look revealed the discoloration of the water, a brownish concoction. A lone mouse stood sentry at the bottom of the tub. Never having a visitor in a while, it curiously eyed me before scuttling away. Approaching the bathtub, a violent odor made it way to my nose. Pinching my nose, I leaned over and peered inside. Crusty rags filled the bathtub, little hints of movement underneath them. It would be unadvisable to see what is under the rags.

I arrived at the foot of the staircase. I stood and peered at the top, wondering when a twisted head person will crawl down and have me for dinner. I summoned strength and tiptoed my way up the stairs. Each step intensified the moaning and creaking as if the steps could collapse at any moment. I turned to the right, and met my final destination. The door did not give way easier, a forceful push was needed. Stepping inside, a dresser seem to have been pushed against the door, attempting to deny anyone entry. I could make out the silhouette of bed, edging in closer for a better look. A porcelain doll lay missing its head on the bed. The sheet was splattered with a dark color. The wind intensified outside, the rustling of the leaves and branches were louder. In the corner, a little chair began to rock slowly. The room had once belonged to a girl.

A howl echoed throughout the house. It was time to leave, I told myself. I closed the bedroom door behind as I carefully walked down the stairs. I hoped I did not disturb anything or its somber rest. I made my way outside where my group of friends was standing.

Shannon and Drew stood outside hugging theirself. I frowned, "Where's Cee?"

"She's with you." Shannon drew in a shaky breath.

"Yeah, but we sort of lost each other and when I was creeped out I decided to get out of there," I said.

"Well, it seems Cara's still inside. You be-" Drew was cut off by a loud, blaring noise outside. At the gate was illuminating a red and blue light, flashing.

"Shit! It's a Freaking cop!" Drew whispered loudly.

"We need to get out of here." Shannon tugged my arm but I remain where I was standing.

"You go ahead. I can't leave Cee. She might get in trouble," I said.

Shannon took a weary glance at the mansion and sigh. She dig something in her pocket and handed it to me. It was an oblong shaped object, there was an outward curve at the lower handle. I pressed it, in a flash it became a small knife. I looked at Shannon weirldly.

She sighed again, "When in doubt, do not afraid to use it." She said then bolted off with Drew.

I rushed inside and screamed Cara's name over and over again.

"Ace?"

I turned around. "Cee!" I tackled her in a bear hug. "I was so scared! We need to go! There's a police outside!" I started to leave when she stopped me.

"Ace, Luke's here!"

I stopped. "What?"

"He's here and there's something wrong with him. He's in a cage."

"Where?"

She led me in to a big dining room with a long table.

I saw Luke. He was in a cage.

His head snapped in to my direction. "Ace?"

"Luke!" I walked towards him but he stopped me.

"Don't go near me! Get out of here!" He managed to say between his gasping. He was in pain, his jaw was clenched and he was crouch down holding his head. "Lucian! Don't hurt her, please!" He pleaded to no one in particular.

A set of claws clicked on the floor as Luke leapt out of one of the cages. A thin, lithe figure prowled around the table, slitted red eyes trained on me.

Lukes athlete’s body was halfway between a human and a wolf, more horrific than the one staring at me. It crouched low, staring, waiting for me to move. I shook my head. ‘No’ I tried say. But the Lycanthere wouldn’t take no for an answer. He launched himself at me, a clawed paw going to my throat. I twisted around sharply, rolling myslef onto my feet.

The wolf let me up, a fighting spark flaming in his dark red eyes. I tried to stop the fight once more, rolling onto my back in submittion. it gave a wolfish grin, rushing me. It all happened too quickly. It ripped at my back and legs mercilesly. Luke screamed for him to stop, but murder was in his eyes. Claws tore at the flesh and muscle on my back and gleaming fangs closed over my throat.

There was side of me that kicked in and I flipped him over, sinking the knife that Shannon gave me into his only ear. I felt the ridges crack under my knife. He yelped and retaliated by tackling me.We rolled and scrabbled on the floor, over turning the table and chairs in the struggle. He flipped me onto my back, a taloned foot pressed against my soft belly. I reached up and grabbed the. I pulled it. Pain shot through it's ear and it pulled back. Blood gleamed from the knife.

I whimpered and looked at Cee for help, but she had her back to me, shoulders shaking with sobs, a hand covering her mouth.

The wolf turned into a human. It stared at us with a cruel smile. “Finish him,” he commanded.

Luke lunged at me. His red eyes glowed as his claws dig deeper in my belly , ready to rip me open.

'When in doubt, do not afraid to use it' it echo in my mind.

I plunged the knife without second thinking in his heart. Before getting off me, Luke manage to scrape his fangs in my neck down to my chest. He let out an ear piercing howl. It's paw started to become a hand. The wolf started to become Luke. My Luke.

"Tsk, tsk. Such a shame. He'll make a best fighter when trained." Lucian sighed. "You're just like your meddling father! Always interfering my plans!" He exclaimed.

I was coughing blood and trying so hard to stay awake. The sobbing didn't help. I was saying I'm sorry again and again.

Lucian sniffed the air and muttered a curse. He shifted back into a wolf and sprinted towards the glass. breaking it, sending shards of glasses flying in every direction. Seconds later the dining rooms door busted open.

"Police! Freeze!"

I chuckled through my hazy state. He was the one who froze. Who wouldn't be? There was a dead body beside me. A girl cowering in the corner. And me. I don't know what I looked like but I'm sure I'm definitely worser than Luke.

My coughing snapped the police out of his trance and called for back up from his phone in his shoulder. He walked cautiously towards me, not lowering his gun.

I didn't know who was hugging me, I didn't care.

"Ace!"

"Ace!"

"Ace! Wake up! Please," It said, sobbing.

"Aislyn Woods! You better wake up!"


My eyes shot open before i crashed. I was breathing short, heavy breaths. Sweat beads ran down my face and my hands. I looked around the room, wide eyed, making sure I was back home.

In front of me was a pair of red eyes.

Glowing red eyes.


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I know this sucks! The describe the Scary House part was from Samuraitom. it was from her/his thesis. Anyways! As I was saying, what do you think? I rushed the last part because I was getting bored of typing and it came out ugly? haha.


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