10
The Window
Maybe dead, maybe not. No one will ever know… This is the question which was on everyone’s mind after strange disappearances took place. It is whispered that at midnight, when the moon’s light is at its fullest, every diamond in a clear line of sight of the woodland mansion become red. The east wall of the mansion to be exact. Not many of the newer generation believe the myth, but the elders of the village swear by it. Eventually, the headstrong mind of Cameron Wood decided that the myth needed to be put in its place. Soon, he convinced the nervous, jittery mind of his best friend: Dillan Wyatt to stop the nonsense. And of course, Cameron’s little sister had to tag along also: Jean. Now, the 17 year old Cameron, the 16 year old Dillan, and the 13 year old Jean traveled to the towering mansion in the distance.
“Jean, you have the diamonds?” asked a confident Cameron.
“Of course!” snapped Jean, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not sure we should do this,” lamented Dillan. “What if the legend is true?”
“It’s not! Cameron laughed. “You only believe it because your grandpa does!”
“No, that’s not-“ Dillan started, but a rustle of nearby tall grass stopped him short. “Did you hear that?” Dillan whispered. But his friends were nowhere to be found. Dillan eyed the imposing manor, which clawed its way into onlookers minds, staring down every person who dared to lay eyes on it. Dillan shuddered, but then he felt a soft, slim object stroke him. Dillan shrieked and started to run away, but ran into Cameron.
“Dillan,” coughed a surprised but chuckling Cameron, “What came over you? We are not in the horror era.” Jean giggled.
“Ha, ha, ha,” spluttered Dillan. “Stop being such a rebarbative, irksome, bilious, petulant-"
“Sorry,” exclaimed Cameron, still laughing. “C’mon! We can see the mansion! Where did you learn all those words anyway?"
As the trio approached the battered, broken building, a feeling of dread washed over them like a blanket. Fear grabbed people as they walked by the mansion and would not let go. Maybe it was the sinister appearance of the structure, maybe it was the strange sounds and fetid smell, but this haunted horror was as unnerving as they come. And now, our heroes pressed on into the jaws of doom and despair: the east wall. However, the wall was only accessible by the back porch, so the confident, the nervous, and the little had to tiptoe through the gothic mansion to complete their mission.
“It’s not too late to go back,” muttered Dillan.
“I’m not going back after we’ve come this far!” exclaimed Cameron.
“But still, I-“ Started Dillan.
“Shh!” Hissed Jean. “Whatever’s in there will be able to hear us now.”
The three youths turned their gaze to the imposing manor in the distance, each focusing on a different part of it. Cameron stared uneasily at the overgrown jungle which the mansion’s ghostly guests called a “yard.” Weeds and tall grass grew in every which way, creating the likeness of a maze in the fenced-in region. A birch tree sprouted parallel to the sharply-sloped roof, which Jean concentrated her gaze on. The whole structure of the haunted house was built contrary to plan, so the roof was crooked, the walls weren’t uniform, and the deck looked like it had come out of The Shining: not your typical surface. Dillan focused on a tree, one lone tall oak tree in front of the fence which grew towered even over the massive manor. Dead: Stone-cold dead it was, lifeless as the manor behind it. But, the manor was not as lifeless as the trio thought. Well, two of the trio.
“I told you we shouldn’t have come here!” hissed Dillan. “Something’s going to happen to us!”
“Just shut up,” moaned Jean.
The trio inched closer to the battered front door, heart racing, head throbbing. Cameron reached the steps first, and one by one, he ascended up them. The mansion seemed more unwelcoming than before, but soon after, the trio had darted through the rickety, old door, and was now zipping in and out of the dismal, cascading hallways. Presently, Cameron, Dillan, and Jean reached a large, cobweb-covered room which had the resemblance of a library. Looking around the room, the trio noticed several things about the library which had experienced the dawn of time. Mainly, a sprawled-out book lay untouched for a decade, blotched ink and worn out leather cloaking its crisp, brittle papers. Dillan reached out to stroke the book, for he appreciated literature, but recoiled after noticing a blood stain hidden under the rough, leather cover.
“This must be the library,” noted Cameron. “It seems smaller than before.”
Dillan whirled around. “Before? You’ve been here before?” He hollered.
Cameron laughed. “Yeah. Me and a couple of my friends came here looking for a totem of undying. Sadly, we didn’t find one, but it was great fun to explore the mansion. But, that was before Mr. Jacobson died. Then, rumors spread over town that he had cursed the woodland mansion, and it was now haunted. And Dillan, stop looking at me that way! Your eyes are bigger than dinner plates!” Chuckling under their breath, Cameron and Jean pressed on, but Dillan paused, thinking hard.
“Dillan, you coming?” beckoned Jean.
“That window there is broken. Why don’t we just chuck the diamonds through it?” Dillan suggested. “After all, you can see the east wall from here.”
“Because,” Cameron stated, “Us minecrafters can’t throw diamonds. We can drop them, but we can’t throw them.”
“Good point,” Dillan admitted.
Once more, the trio advanced closer to the back door, only to find themselves at a dead end. Retracing their steps, they regrouped in the library. Jean gave Cameron the diamonds by the insistence of Dillan, “To confuse the ghosts and stuff…” Then they set out again in a different direction. They were in the kitchen, or at least a resemblance of a kitchen when Dillan noticed something.
“Uh, Cameron,” A now terrified Dillan whispered, eyes wide and darting back and forth. “Where’s Jean?”
Cameron stopped. “She’s not behind us?” A quick glance around the corner made the myths and legends true: Jean was nowhere to be found. The now alarmed duo began to eye anxiously at the many repugnant adornments and furniture capriciously placed in the disgusting hallway. Fetid, distasteful carpets partly covered the rotting floorboards, which looked like the walls and ceiling of the aghast hallway. Shredded paintings of paintings cluttered the walls, and a chandelier made of solid iron dangled from the dismal ceiling. A chair made from, well, something lay on its side, disused for years. And just now, our heroes began to realize their mistake. An agonizing groan made both of them jump, and turning to the other, they gazed at each other, eyes filled with horror. However, they only knew a tenth of what was still to come. Cameron and Dillan, creeping more cautiously, more nervously than before, inched toward the staircase leading to nothing and nothingness. But, it was not the staircase that our heroes wanted, it was what lay behind it: the door leading to the back porch. Cameron absentmindedly fingered the diamonds that the trio had worked so hard to mine, and realizing what he was doing, he observed the sparkling blue crystals of life.
“C’mon! Let’s keep moving!” Urged Dillan.
“Life- that’s what I want- life,” whimpered an entranced Cameron. “Let’s get out of here!” Spinning around, Cameron started sprinting down the endless hallway closely followed by Dillan. Suddenly, a tall, imposing shadow stymied them: An Evoker.
“Um…-“Started Dillan, but a loud clicking and clanking like the sound of chains being bound silenced him. Dillan whirled around, not sure what to expect, but all that was there was the window Dillan had seen earlier. Then, Dillan realized something: he was alone. The Evoker was gone, the clanking noise was no longer audible, and most notably, Cameron had vanished. This was an alone that Dillan had never known: Terror, silence, nothingness. Dillan began to feel sick and nauseated, legs turning to jelly, feet to pudding. Collapsing on the floor of planks, he hit his head on something hard. Slowly rolling over, he forced his eyes open. Then he closed them tight, tighter, ever so tight, the image he had just seen engraved in his mind: Cameron’s two Diamonds- two sparkling blue crystals of life. But the diamonds were blood-red. A gust of wind rustled Dillan’s pixelated hair. Then he knew.
“The window,” groaned Dillan. “The window.”
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Maybe dead, maybe not. No one will ever know… This is the question which was on everyone’s mind after strange disappearances took place. It is whispered that at midnight, when the moon’s light is at its fullest, every diamond in a clear line of sight of the woodland mansion become red. The east wall of the mansion to be exact. Not many of the newer generation believe the myth, but the elders of the village swear by it. Eventually, the headstrong mind of Cameron Wood decided that the myth needed to be put in its place. Soon, he convinced the nervous, jittery mind of his best friend: Dillan Wyatt to stop the nonsense. And of course, Cameron’s little sister had to tag along also: Jean. Now, the 17 year old Cameron, the 16 year old Dillan, and the 13 year old Jean traveled to the towering mansion in the distance.
“Jean, you have the diamonds?” asked a confident Cameron.
“Of course!” snapped Jean, rolling her eyes.
“I’m not sure we should do this,” lamented Dillan. “What if the legend is true?”
“It’s not! Cameron laughed. “You only believe it because your grandpa does!”
“No, that’s not-“ Dillan started, but a rustle of nearby tall grass stopped him short. “Did you hear that?” Dillan whispered. But his friends were nowhere to be found. Dillan eyed the imposing manor, which clawed its way into onlookers minds, staring down every person who dared to lay eyes on it. Dillan shuddered, but then he felt a soft, slim object stroke him. Dillan shrieked and started to run away, but ran into Cameron.
“Dillan,” coughed a surprised but chuckling Cameron, “What came over you? We are not in the horror era.” Jean giggled.
“Ha, ha, ha,” spluttered Dillan. “Stop being such a rebarbative, irksome, bilious, petulant-"
“Sorry,” exclaimed Cameron, still laughing. “C’mon! We can see the mansion! Where did you learn all those words anyway?"
As the trio approached the battered, broken building, a feeling of dread washed over them like a blanket. Fear grabbed people as they walked by the mansion and would not let go. Maybe it was the sinister appearance of the structure, maybe it was the strange sounds and fetid smell, but this haunted horror was as unnerving as they come. And now, our heroes pressed on into the jaws of doom and despair: the east wall. However, the wall was only accessible by the back porch, so the confident, the nervous, and the little had to tiptoe through the gothic mansion to complete their mission.
“It’s not too late to go back,” muttered Dillan.
“I’m not going back after we’ve come this far!” exclaimed Cameron.
“But still, I-“ Started Dillan.
“Shh!” Hissed Jean. “Whatever’s in there will be able to hear us now.”
The three youths turned their gaze to the imposing manor in the distance, each focusing on a different part of it. Cameron stared uneasily at the overgrown jungle which the mansion’s ghostly guests called a “yard.” Weeds and tall grass grew in every which way, creating the likeness of a maze in the fenced-in region. A birch tree sprouted parallel to the sharply-sloped roof, which Jean concentrated her gaze on. The whole structure of the haunted house was built contrary to plan, so the roof was crooked, the walls weren’t uniform, and the deck looked like it had come out of The Shining: not your typical surface. Dillan focused on a tree, one lone tall oak tree in front of the fence which grew towered even over the massive manor. Dead: Stone-cold dead it was, lifeless as the manor behind it. But, the manor was not as lifeless as the trio thought. Well, two of the trio.
“I told you we shouldn’t have come here!” hissed Dillan. “Something’s going to happen to us!”
“Just shut up,” moaned Jean.
The trio inched closer to the battered front door, heart racing, head throbbing. Cameron reached the steps first, and one by one, he ascended up them. The mansion seemed more unwelcoming than before, but soon after, the trio had darted through the rickety, old door, and was now zipping in and out of the dismal, cascading hallways. Presently, Cameron, Dillan, and Jean reached a large, cobweb-covered room which had the resemblance of a library. Looking around the room, the trio noticed several things about the library which had experienced the dawn of time. Mainly, a sprawled-out book lay untouched for a decade, blotched ink and worn out leather cloaking its crisp, brittle papers. Dillan reached out to stroke the book, for he appreciated literature, but recoiled after noticing a blood stain hidden under the rough, leather cover.
“This must be the library,” noted Cameron. “It seems smaller than before.”
Dillan whirled around. “Before? You’ve been here before?” He hollered.
Cameron laughed. “Yeah. Me and a couple of my friends came here looking for a totem of undying. Sadly, we didn’t find one, but it was great fun to explore the mansion. But, that was before Mr. Jacobson died. Then, rumors spread over town that he had cursed the woodland mansion, and it was now haunted. And Dillan, stop looking at me that way! Your eyes are bigger than dinner plates!” Chuckling under their breath, Cameron and Jean pressed on, but Dillan paused, thinking hard.
“Dillan, you coming?” beckoned Jean.
“That window there is broken. Why don’t we just chuck the diamonds through it?” Dillan suggested. “After all, you can see the east wall from here.”
“Because,” Cameron stated, “Us minecrafters can’t throw diamonds. We can drop them, but we can’t throw them.”
“Good point,” Dillan admitted.
Once more, the trio advanced closer to the back door, only to find themselves at a dead end. Retracing their steps, they regrouped in the library. Jean gave Cameron the diamonds by the insistence of Dillan, “To confuse the ghosts and stuff…” Then they set out again in a different direction. They were in the kitchen, or at least a resemblance of a kitchen when Dillan noticed something.
“Uh, Cameron,” A now terrified Dillan whispered, eyes wide and darting back and forth. “Where’s Jean?”
Cameron stopped. “She’s not behind us?” A quick glance around the corner made the myths and legends true: Jean was nowhere to be found. The now alarmed duo began to eye anxiously at the many repugnant adornments and furniture capriciously placed in the disgusting hallway. Fetid, distasteful carpets partly covered the rotting floorboards, which looked like the walls and ceiling of the aghast hallway. Shredded paintings of paintings cluttered the walls, and a chandelier made of solid iron dangled from the dismal ceiling. A chair made from, well, something lay on its side, disused for years. And just now, our heroes began to realize their mistake. An agonizing groan made both of them jump, and turning to the other, they gazed at each other, eyes filled with horror. However, they only knew a tenth of what was still to come. Cameron and Dillan, creeping more cautiously, more nervously than before, inched toward the staircase leading to nothing and nothingness. But, it was not the staircase that our heroes wanted, it was what lay behind it: the door leading to the back porch. Cameron absentmindedly fingered the diamonds that the trio had worked so hard to mine, and realizing what he was doing, he observed the sparkling blue crystals of life.
“C’mon! Let’s keep moving!” Urged Dillan.
“Life- that’s what I want- life,” whimpered an entranced Cameron. “Let’s get out of here!” Spinning around, Cameron started sprinting down the endless hallway closely followed by Dillan. Suddenly, a tall, imposing shadow stymied them: An Evoker.
“Um…-“Started Dillan, but a loud clicking and clanking like the sound of chains being bound silenced him. Dillan whirled around, not sure what to expect, but all that was there was the window Dillan had seen earlier. Then, Dillan realized something: he was alone. The Evoker was gone, the clanking noise was no longer audible, and most notably, Cameron had vanished. This was an alone that Dillan had never known: Terror, silence, nothingness. Dillan began to feel sick and nauseated, legs turning to jelly, feet to pudding. Collapsing on the floor of planks, he hit his head on something hard. Slowly rolling over, he forced his eyes open. Then he closed them tight, tighter, ever so tight, the image he had just seen engraved in his mind: Cameron’s two Diamonds- two sparkling blue crystals of life. But the diamonds were blood-red. A gust of wind rustled Dillan’s pixelated hair. Then he knew.
“The window,” groaned Dillan. “The window.”
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