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a story i started writting out of the bule.... (:
  Chapter 7



  It was about 11:30 when Eleora came to get me. She wordlessly grabbed my hand and me down an endless corridor. All the lights were out, and the stone - walls looked more historic then before.

  She brought me to the entrance and opened the door to a world where only blind people would not know were to go. I looked up and saw the full moon gleam menacingly. As if it knew someone would die in vein tonight.

  Words haunted my mind like losing your soul, vampire, or dying. I mean when someone tells you that your psychopathic father wants to kill you and have your soul shouldn’t that worry you a little bit?

  Sweat bedded down my face as Eleora marched to a building I have never seen before. Actually it was more of a black tower with a hint of horror. Whoever constructed this tower was co co for loco puffs or mad science teacher did: Today kids; we are going to build a tower yay! Kids: What kind? Teacher: A horrible atrocious one meant to kill people yayyy!  (Mawhahahahahaha)

Oh great I’m going senseless and why is Eleora holding the door open for me? Is she going to go inside?

  “Eleora are you coming inside?” I mouthed not being able to speak.

  “ Yes I am.” she said.

  And what happened next is a mystery to me because my mind became separate: in reality I coolly walked in but in my mind I was a three-year-old mommas boy being dragged into the tower into the tower called the name I would know later Scary mc scary tins bad name right? Heades must have been a little tipsy when he named it. Why not the tower of doom of phoenix or something a little more dramatic.

  A scary mc scary tin was sickening. Its black interior was dark and the stairs leading up to my funeral where gothic like and elegant with a special hint of doom. Elnora stopped and whispered

“You’re supposed to walk up those stairs, Ducan will be up there waiting for you.” What choice do I have? I cannot run away they’ll get and they can read my mind. Trembling I slowly walked up stairs.     

   

           

 





















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