Horror: Ghost Story
Chapter Eleven
NOT REALIZING WHAT I HAD WHEN wewe WERE WITH ME. -Emma
I won't even describe how traveling through realms made me feel. I felt queasy and disoriented. I am pretty sure they had to knock me out to keep me from screaming because after a while all I saw where upinde wa mvua colored stars and complete blackness. I hated it. The only thing that kept me from killing them both was the thought of Zoe. If it was tue that thy had her here then I couldn't wait to see her. We may fight but I still upendo her.
We landed in what seemed like a penthouse. The manila walls and white carpet made the room seem as if it was meant for a celebrity like Ashley Tisdale au Taylor Lautner. It had that comfy vibe. It had a king sized bed, double door fridge, and a room just filled with computers, televisions, and other electronic items. There were soft sunset paintings and tons of abstract art work which would definitely interest Zoe. At the way back was a banister which overlooked all of The Grey Realm. The maktaba was close to the bedroom. The cool thing abut the maktaba is that it can look up anyone's family history. That amazed me but I most likely wasn't going to set foot in that room.
The demon inside of me felt the pleasure that was overwhelming me. 'You stay comfortable while we go get Zoe. Do not go inside that library. The demon slowly came out my ear which gave me a horrible ear ache. My head did feel lighter almost too light. I fell to the ground and blacked out.
When I awoken, I was lying in the comfortable king sized kitanda that had the exotic stitching. My head and ear was pounding viciously to a point that I would do anything to make the pain go away. I rubbed my throbbing head and searched the room for something that could occupy my time while I staying at this huge prison. I had to walk past the room with the unlimited knowledge of families about a thousand times. It made me draw nearer too it. I felt compelled to go inside and each my family tree. Who knew what I would find.
The room was much bigger then it appeared on the outside. The walls were about twelve feet high and forty feet wide each. Looks are deceiving. Each ukuta had a shelf and each shelf was packed with books, thousand of books. It was amazing. The extraordinary beauty of the room. The chandelier that hung above my head glowed brightly as each light bulb radiated power and beauty. I could have spent hours admiring the room but I knew I had zaidi important things to do. I skimmed through the titles of the book looking for Mallory. I knew Mallory was a very maarufu surname so I braced myself for a whole bunch of information on bila mpangilio people but instead I got exactly what I wanted. It read:
DATE: NOVEMBER 29, 1982
HEADLINE: WOMAN SENT TO PARANOID CLINICAL HOSPITAL
THIS IS THE NEWS THAT SHALL CHANGE HISTORY. YVETTE MALLORY WAS RECENTLY SENT TO THE HOSPITAL TO BE HEALED OF HER PARANOIA. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HERS AND ANY OTHER PATIENT IS THAT SHE IS COMPLETELY CALM ABOUT IT. SHE HASN'T SEEKED HELP au WANTED HELP. SHE SAYS SHE CAN SOEAK TO GHOST AND SHE REFUSES TO BE TOLD OTHERWISE. WE LEARNED FROM HER BACKGROUND THAT SHE GREW UP IN A STABE nyumbani AND WAS A VERY LOVING CHILD. WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED THEN TO NOW?
YVETTE HAS TOLD DOCTORS THAT SHE COULDN'T BE HEALED BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING THAT NEEDED HEALING. SHE IS VERY YOUNG SO DOCTORS ARE EVEN zaidi CONFUSED.
YVETTE HAS BEEN PUT IN A CERTAIN ARA IN THE HOSPITAL THAT RESTRICTS HER FROM HAVING VISITORS au A WAY TO ESCAPE, NOT THAT SHE IS TRYING.
Yvette Mallory was my dad's mother. He told me that she died a few years before I was born. He alisema she died in a car accident. At the time, I had believed him. It wasn't like I had someone else to go by. I never thought my beloved grandmother died of a mental problem. What zaidi could be hidden from me?
Chapter Eleven
NOT REALIZING WHAT I HAD WHEN wewe WERE WITH ME. -Emma
I won't even describe how traveling through realms made me feel. I felt queasy and disoriented. I am pretty sure they had to knock me out to keep me from screaming because after a while all I saw where upinde wa mvua colored stars and complete blackness. I hated it. The only thing that kept me from killing them both was the thought of Zoe. If it was tue that thy had her here then I couldn't wait to see her. We may fight but I still upendo her.
We landed in what seemed like a penthouse. The manila walls and white carpet made the room seem as if it was meant for a celebrity like Ashley Tisdale au Taylor Lautner. It had that comfy vibe. It had a king sized bed, double door fridge, and a room just filled with computers, televisions, and other electronic items. There were soft sunset paintings and tons of abstract art work which would definitely interest Zoe. At the way back was a banister which overlooked all of The Grey Realm. The maktaba was close to the bedroom. The cool thing abut the maktaba is that it can look up anyone's family history. That amazed me but I most likely wasn't going to set foot in that room.
The demon inside of me felt the pleasure that was overwhelming me. 'You stay comfortable while we go get Zoe. Do not go inside that library. The demon slowly came out my ear which gave me a horrible ear ache. My head did feel lighter almost too light. I fell to the ground and blacked out.
When I awoken, I was lying in the comfortable king sized kitanda that had the exotic stitching. My head and ear was pounding viciously to a point that I would do anything to make the pain go away. I rubbed my throbbing head and searched the room for something that could occupy my time while I staying at this huge prison. I had to walk past the room with the unlimited knowledge of families about a thousand times. It made me draw nearer too it. I felt compelled to go inside and each my family tree. Who knew what I would find.
The room was much bigger then it appeared on the outside. The walls were about twelve feet high and forty feet wide each. Looks are deceiving. Each ukuta had a shelf and each shelf was packed with books, thousand of books. It was amazing. The extraordinary beauty of the room. The chandelier that hung above my head glowed brightly as each light bulb radiated power and beauty. I could have spent hours admiring the room but I knew I had zaidi important things to do. I skimmed through the titles of the book looking for Mallory. I knew Mallory was a very maarufu surname so I braced myself for a whole bunch of information on bila mpangilio people but instead I got exactly what I wanted. It read:
DATE: NOVEMBER 29, 1982
HEADLINE: WOMAN SENT TO PARANOID CLINICAL HOSPITAL
THIS IS THE NEWS THAT SHALL CHANGE HISTORY. YVETTE MALLORY WAS RECENTLY SENT TO THE HOSPITAL TO BE HEALED OF HER PARANOIA. THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HERS AND ANY OTHER PATIENT IS THAT SHE IS COMPLETELY CALM ABOUT IT. SHE HASN'T SEEKED HELP au WANTED HELP. SHE SAYS SHE CAN SOEAK TO GHOST AND SHE REFUSES TO BE TOLD OTHERWISE. WE LEARNED FROM HER BACKGROUND THAT SHE GREW UP IN A STABE nyumbani AND WAS A VERY LOVING CHILD. WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED THEN TO NOW?
YVETTE HAS TOLD DOCTORS THAT SHE COULDN'T BE HEALED BECAUSE SHE DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING THAT NEEDED HEALING. SHE IS VERY YOUNG SO DOCTORS ARE EVEN zaidi CONFUSED.
YVETTE HAS BEEN PUT IN A CERTAIN ARA IN THE HOSPITAL THAT RESTRICTS HER FROM HAVING VISITORS au A WAY TO ESCAPE, NOT THAT SHE IS TRYING.
Yvette Mallory was my dad's mother. He told me that she died a few years before I was born. He alisema she died in a car accident. At the time, I had believed him. It wasn't like I had someone else to go by. I never thought my beloved grandmother died of a mental problem. What zaidi could be hidden from me?
It's sad
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.
It's the truth
Fighting through what it is
But I'll be stronger
I've gone through
Mounds of pain
I've been through
The deepest waters
Nobody can change my past
It's the truth, and it changed me
Sad to even hear the truth
Sad to...say the truth
Reality's always sad
And no one's gonna escape it.
It's how I became who I am today
It's how I didn't brag.
Why does this have to happen?
Why did it have to end?
Why does the world have to be so confusing?
Why did the fun have to end?
The world's just a crazy place
And no one's gonna stop that thought
Cause I'm broken for good...
Because of...the truth.