Chapter 3: The house of horrors
I awoke to the sound of nails against the floor boards. I was on the
floor, in the center of a large room. I was in some sort of abandoned house.
Where I didn’t know. Immediately I felt the urge that someone-or something was
watching me from the back left corner of the room. (Behind me since I was
facing the door) Up on top of a high shelf sat a woman. She was masked and
cloaked, the only thing showing was her eyes which were icy blue. She sat there
for some time dangling her right leg off the side of the shelf, the other leg
crouched up to her chest. One arm rested on her knee and the other dangled like
the right leg. She was thin but tall, with black leather armorish clothes that
were half armor half cloak. Suddenly there was a noise. It was a sort of grunt
or growl. Then the sound of scratching on the floor again. “Shhhhh,” uttered
the woman in the corner, holding her index finger to her lips. Then the old
woman from the forest walked into the room. She went over to the right wall
where there was another book shelf. She pulled back a book called “the gates of
oblivion” and the bookshelf split in half revealing a spiral stair case leading
down. Then she turned back and looked at me “ah… you’re awake.” She said a
slight bit annoyed. “I have business to attend to downstairs. I’ll be back in a
little bit to deal with you.” Then she walked off down the stairs below. I
looked back up to the woman on the shelf but she was gone. I waited for about
ten minutes, staring at the floor. Then the bonds I was being held with loosened
and untied. Suddenly, the girl in black shimmered out of nowhere. She’d been
invisible. Her cloak had powerful magic inside it. “Stay hidden if you want to
live.” I did the first thing that came to mind and climbed into a cabinet nearby.
Then the girl in the cloak became invisible once more and slowly crept down the
stairs where the old woman was. A few moments, a shrill, ear piercing scream
sounded for the lower floor. There were other sounds too. Blades clashing, various
creatures yelling battle cries. Then the girl in the cloak walked back up the
stairs, no longer creeping. She carried a dagger in each hand which were splattered
with blood. “Come on, let’s go,” She said. I climbed out of the cabinet and
headed for the door. Then the house shook. There was laughter, obviously a man’s
“did you really thing you could escape the grasp of Kalus Dagon, Lord of the
dark.” The voice came from everywhere in the house, the girl tried the door
which she found was locked. Then objects started to float around. I instinctively
conjured a ball of fire within my hand and held it in the defensive position.
The girl and I went back to back, frantically looking around the room for signs
of danger. “Go… go to the basement.” Said the voice. “there you will find your
reward for killing that witch that has defiled this place with her murderous
ways, I thank you, mysterious girl, and… Little mage. Go to the basement for
your reward...
