(sorry bout any grammer mistakes.)
So I like to write and decided to post this. please give me me feed back/CONSTRUCTIVE critisism on how I did. I may or may not add more to it. Thank you
Prologue: Sun streamed down out of the skylight. I had already decided that this place was better then the one I had been in before. If I had known the terrors that lay within this place. Then perhaps I could have warned those who entered before they were devoured.
Chapter 1: I walked through the greenhouse on the roof. No one was ever up here and I felt safe among the rotting vegetation. In my opinion this was just another old abandoned house. Just a very, very big old abandoned house. I never saw anyone here and that didn't bother me for some reason.
I loved the silence. I loved the smell. But most of all I loved that no one could hurt me so long as I was here. I was safe here. This place and no where else. My name was now Ismene. I had decided that as soon as I realized that they couldn't get here. But neither could I get out. I was trapped here. But being alone was better then being else where.
Though I felt weird here, I honestly didn't care. At least I no longer saw that; the living becoming the dead in my mind, and then it happening in reality. At first I thought I was schizophrenic, or had some other mental illness. But as I grew, and my father died. I realized just how real it was. It terrified me, and I began to warn those who I saw. But the more I said, the more I hurt. Till the point that I fled to this very house.
The leaves behind me moved slightly but I ignored them. I no longer trusted my mind. More recently I had begun to see blurred shapes, and occasionally the plants that surrounded me were growing an thriving, rather then dead and rotting, as if one of the blurred shapes was taking care of them. But this was no blurred shape. When I turned around I saw a little girl of about seven or eight watering the plants while humming to herself.
Then it happened. In the back of my mind I saw her lying on the ground in a pool of her own blood, a long, slim black spear jutting from her stomach. I wanted to warn her. I knew that it wasn't to late, but no words came to my lips and I found my self fleeing the room, feeling helpless and pathetic.