Josh
Judy
English 097
I’m not Alone My grandfather had just passed and being his only grandkid and only relative living I inherited his old mansion and all of his wealth. I could not have been any happier until I had realized that the old mansion as really home to a coldhearted devilish beast. Or so I though the mansion itself on the outside was beautiful. It was made out of old antique style brick with a plush red tint. There was a 75 foot tall waterfall and pond in the front yard. The grass was thick and green with no weeds or imperfections. Although gorgeous on the outside when you walked in the front door you were smacked in the face with the distinct smell of ammonia but being broke and currently homeless at the time I really did not have any room to complain. Besides the smell, everything was covered in dust and all the corners had little fur balls and dust bunnies building up in them. All the furniture in the house were antiques and could have sold for millions a piece. There were cob webs dangling from the ceilings left and right. The floors creaked with every step and you could barely walk two steps before you realized you just smushed a spider. All in all it was a place to stay and keep me warm. So I stayed. It wasn’t til a little after the first month of living there I started to notice that I wasn’t the only the one. I woke up in the middle of the night one night because I heard a noise coming from the cellar that sounded like a female cat in heat. I didn’t know what to expect, but I had to see what was going on, so I grabbed my M1911 pistol out of the drawer in my nightstand and went to check it out. The stairs to the cellar were winding and it was too dark to see your hand in front of your face. When I reached the bottom I was very hesitant because the noise was getting louder and worse. I pulled the chain on the light but it wouldn’t turn on so I brushed the cob webs out of my face ripped my T-shirt off and wrapped it around a rod I found and made myself a torch. There are five sections of the cellar and each of them a maze to get to. The fourth section was the hardest and longest to get to. This was also the area which the noise was coming from. I slowly made my way through the long, dark tunnel which was laced with spider webs and dust and crawling with rats and spiders. I finally reached the door to the fourth section and the noise was right on the other side I could almost touch it. I slowly opened the door gun and torch