Family Secrets - Nathaniel H. Champlin (the ebook reader TXT) 📗

flying down the hall past my door. It was like time slowed down as she went by and I was able to see everything. Her chest and stomach were ripped open, her shirt, face, hands, and some of her legs were covered in blood. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open and it was full of blood. I jumped and ran back from the door. I sat in the corner holding my knees into my chest shaking just looking at the floor in front of me. The older lady being thrown down the hall ran threw my head over and over. The next thing I know my window brakes and something jumps in threw it. They grab me and pick me up as soon as they do my door brakes open. I look at what is in the door way. I can’t get a clear view of it. The eyes are Red and there is no white to them. It had the same crooked smile that the thing at my house had when I saw it I quickly looked away and pushed away from what was holding me and fell out of their arms. I hit the floor and what was in the door way lunges at me and the thing that had grabbed me stopped it and as it did I heard a “Run” and I didn’t think twice I did what I was told just like my mother said. I get to the door and into the hall and I slip. I slid in blood that was on the floor, I stand up as fast as I can try to ignore all the blood I had slipped in and ran for the stairs to get outside. Running from the third floor to the first wasn’t so easy. I did fall down half a set of stairs. When I made it to the door to the first floor of the hospital it was locked. I started to panic not knowing where I should go or what I should do. I slammed my shoulder into the door a few times before it got threw my head that it wasn’t going to budge. I continued to the basement only instead of running down the stairs I jumped down them and caught myself on the wall before I knocked myself out. I get to the basement door and it’s unlocked. I open it and a second after I do I hear another door open. I don’t stop I just keep moving but as I ran through the door I heard footsteps come down the stairs, they were running as well. I didn’t look back I just kept running. I didn’t care who it was or what they wanted. I felt I needed to get away. I came up to another door after running through the basement of the hospital. I look above it and seeing the bright red letters spelling out EXIT never made me any happier. I slam into the door pushing it open falling and rolling out from running into it so hard. I look around to see if anyone is nearby. I don’t see anyone so I get back up and run, I don’t really know where I am running to but I just run. I get to the road and check for cars as I run across the street. I keep going straight and as I get farther away from the hospital I slow down almost to a walk but fast enough to be able to run if I need to again. I recognize where I am now that I look at my surroundings. I’m on the corner of the street my house is on. I stop and look down towards my house.
Standing there I remember everything. I feel like it is going to happen again as I stand there. Everything that happened the last time I was here runs through my head like little clips or snap shots, randomly popping up skipping the sections where nothing really too bad happened. I start to move down the side walk when I hear someone running. I look back where I was running from and I notice it’s what ever came in through my window. There cloths are all torn up. Pieces of the sleeves are hanging off flapping in the wind as they run. Claw like marks in their pants with cuts on their legs and arms. I start running not toward my house but the opposite direction. I remember there being woods in this direction when I still lived here. I look back and see it is standing at the corner just watching me; I slow down and come to a stop. I turn around slowly as I look at them. I can tell they are breathing heavily from the way the shoulders are moving. As I stand there looking at them I can tell blood is dripping from their hand where they have the cuts. I can almost hear it from how quiet it is outside. Their eyes are not normal either, I can’t really tell what it is but something is different about them.
They turn and walk away and head towards the direction of the house. For some reason I don’t know why I started slowly walking in the same direction. Before I knew it I was in front of my house and I saw a figure of a body in the door way just standing there I walked up towards them and they entered the house and I followed. I walked into the house and everything was the same as when it all happened, the counter and floor a mess the couch was moved probably from mom getting up and running to the door. I start shaking and crying and next thing I know everything goes black.
Chapter 2

Chapter two…

“Wh-where am I?” I ask as i look around. I can’t really see anything so I strain to look around.
“You are where you are…that’s all you need to know.” I hear a male say back. I don’t see where he is or if they are even in the same room as me. “How old are you Alex?” he asked kindly.
“I’m um….why?”
“I need to know how old you are, so please just tell me.”
“Are you like some investigator questioning me?” I ask my voice shaky being that I am fearful of not knowing what could happen to me.
“No, I’m just a person like you are” they say calmly. “Do you know who your father is?”
I sit quietly for a few seconds “I did but, I don’t remember…. Why?”
“You will find out soon enough. Do you know why you are here?”
“I don’t even know where I am so how can I know why I’m here?” I say cautiously.
“You can’t tell where you are still can you…” He sighs. “No worries you will figure it out soon enough. Here drink this” he hands me a glass “It’s just water you can trust me.”
I slowly bring it up to my face and smell it just to make sure. When I don’t smell anything but the glass I take a sip. “You really don’t trust me do you?” he asks. “I’m sorry but I don’t. I don’t know who you are or why I’m even here. Will you explain anything to me?”
“What do I need to explain when all of your questions will be answered soon?” He said as he stood up. I couldn’t see him stand but I could hear him. It sounded like we were in a basement from the way his shoe or boot scraped the floor. I felt around to see what I could feel and it was cold and cement like. I placed my glass down where I felt the ground.
“Where are you going?” I ask as he starts to walk away. He stopped then kept going.
“You will be safe here, your sight will come back when it wakes up.” His voice fades away as he walks farther away.
“What do you mean by that?!” I yell hearing his last footstep. I look around struggling still to see anything. I feel around some more and feel something soft next to me. I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to it carefully. The closer I get the more I realize it’s a bed with sheets. I guess this is where I’m sleeping tonight, I say to myself. I crawl into the bed and lay there not knowing what is around me. There is no noise at all, no wind, no type of movement except mine when I get uncomfortable, just nothing at all. Laying there in the bed I keep saying that I’ll be okay, I’m all alone so nothing can happen. I start shaking from being nervous. A fifteen year old kid should not be left alone in a room he can’t even see in. I decide to close my eyes and just ignore everything and go into my own world to help me so I can sleep.
I wouldn’t say I woke up but I wasn’t in the bed anymore and I knew where I was. I didn’t want to be here I never wanted to come back. I mean a part of me did but not this soon. If I ever did come back I didn’t want to be in this room. This is….was my mother’s room. Why would I be in here of all the places. I tried to turn around and move but again it wouldn’t let me. Instead my body moved towards the bed and I started to look around it. I’m not really sure why but it seemed like I was looking for something even though it wasn’t really me. My hand goes down and grabs the bottom of the bed and squeezes the bar supporting the box spring. Next thing I know the entire bed flies up off the floor and smacks the wall on the other side of the room. I shouldn’t be able to do something like that being how small I am. My head sort of tilts and looks at the floor where the bed was and I see symbols I don’t know what they are or what they mean but my body starts to shake. I can’t control any of me at all still. I fight to at least move a finger and after a while I do and my head quickly looks down at my pointer finger. Soon after my head comes back up everything starts to go black and all at once it’s like someone had flicked a switch and I was back down in the darkness on the mattress. I sit up and I see a tiny light shining through a crack in what might be a door. It is up higher than me so I am now sure I’m in the basement to my old house. I get up from the make shift bed and slowly walk over to the stairs and feel my way