The 7th Floor

The 7th Floor
by Amanda Perez

The 7^th Floor

By Amanda Perez

As I was watching the news about a bad guy who lived in a brick house a couple of blocks down from my new house, I was begging Brittany, my sister, to make me a sandwich.

     “Sorry, no more left.” She said, adding more ham to her sandwich. I forgot about my hunger, or tried to, until mom and dad got home with more food. I looked around and remembered that the guy who used to live in here passed away, or that’s what they say. Since I now live in a 7-story house, might as well explore all the rooms.

     I already know the first two floors. The first floor was all the bedrooms and bathrooms. The second floor has my hideout and both my sister’s and my lounge. ThenI looked around the third floor up. There were just rooms and stuff, until I reached the seventh floor. I was pretty confused when I saw that there were a bunch of candles lighting up the dark, open, hallway. No one has been to the seventh floor yet, unless it was Brittany cracking a joke on me. I rolled my eyes and walked across.

     When I got to the end there was a room, a single room. Hesitantly, I opened the door. There was just a stool and bed. As I walked over to the bed I had a confused look, because on the bed lay a note. It read: Follow the passageway, enter your doom. On the floor was a flap, I climbed in the flap and hiked the whole way in a dark, narrow, passageway. It looked like it was made of clay. The walk felt like eternity. Finally, there was another flap. I stuck my head through and there I was, in a brick house. Then I realized where I was.

     “The guy who owned this house didn’t pass away -  he got mur…murde…” I choked up.

“Welcome to your doom!” A sinister, deep voice said behind me. I turned around, and screamed. He clutched me with his rough hands.  I struggled, but couldn’t break free. My life flashed before my eyes…

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