“Nick, please check who is knocking”, said a voice in the dark room.
“Why do I have to be the one who gets the door every time?” said Nick as
he walked towards the door shivering.
The knock for the door got louder and louder, then came a scary voice
“I know you are in there give me what I want…..ha..ha..ha”
“It’s him, he is back…. he is back!” Nick said running backward. The voice got deeper and deeper, the walls began to crack like someone was trying to breakthrough it. Drops of blood fall slowly on the floor like it was drizzling inside the room.
Hi, I’m Nicholas, a 12-grade student of lighthouse church school in Santa Monica, Los Angeles, LA. I live with my single mum who basically believes that in this life you don’t need a man or a guy in your life to make you happy but there is an exception because I’m a guy basically the only guy in the family don’t misunderstand me, I do have male cousins but because of my family ethic issues I only get to see them once in every year, and my grandma, who literally inherited all my grandpa’s wealth because he died at a very young age, (forty-two is a young age right?) When all his kids were still young so my grandma had full right over them till my uncles and aunts were old and responsible enough to handle the family businesses and houses. My dad was actually the first child amongst my grandma five children so luckily we get to have the greater portion of the property even with this I still love the fact that my mum wanted me to live like a normal regular person but grandma was the complete opposite of that, let’s just say my granny is a show-off. She likes getting attention where ever she goes , that’s one of the reasons I don’t often go out with her.
Being born into a wealthy family is a blessing to some people but to me it like a cage. Even though I got most of the things I wished for and still keep getting anything I wanted, I till feel lonely sometime. It might come as a surprise that family as rich as mine has a grandson who doesn’t have friends. Making friends wasn’t the issue cause I love making friends but most of the people I befriend just want to be my friends for the money, crazy though but it’s true. As of now I still don’t have friends. My family were christian, true believers for that matter. That’s why, even with all the money I still went to a church school not because the fees of other schools were unaffordable but because my grandma and mum wanted me to go to a school were I get to be raised as a true christian, as my mum would say.
Wait, with all this introductions I literally forgot about my hero, my dad. My dad was a great man in the military force, he was actually the chairman of the military force of LA. But unfortunately he died on my seven years old birthday and up until now he is still been respected by all. You might be wondering whether or not I feel bad about him leaving us on my birthday, yes I feel bad cause of all day to leave my birthday, my fucking birthday. But I still love him. And I’m not like does kids you see in the movies or read in stories I still celebrates my birthday every year.
Okay now to the most interesting part of my like. All was well till my grandma decided to acquire something she shouldn’t. My life turned upside down after my family move to the Houdini mansion in dreamy laurel canyon. Yes, I know what you are thinking and yes, it’s that mansion.
You must have had scary stories about this mansion that if you reside in LA or you search the websites for haunted houses but even with that my granny still bought this mansion cause it got renovated and became one of the most expensive houses to live in. To her ghost doesn’t exit even though some people say that the Houdini still roams around the mansion, I haven’t seen or heard of one since the past two weeks we moved in. The owner of this very mansion before it was renovated was Harry Houdini, he was an escape artist, illusionist, and stunt performer, noted for is escape acts. This mansion is way bigger than our old house.
Even though, there were just four bedrooms and four and half bathroom including the guest bathroom compared to our other house with six bedrooms with eight bathrooms, this place is different not to brag about the huge garden or the whirlpool jacuzzi bathtub or the metal-piece from carved stones. This mansion was amazing. I could tell that my mum wasn’t happy about the new house but she made sure the I get comfortable, I know she’s the best, always putting others happiness before hers. She is the type that doesn’t want others to know when she is sad like when dad died I bare saw her crying she was always so strong. But I knew it was so difficult for her.
Weeks flew, then months and before I knew it I was getting ready for my prom. My prom went well even I wished I was the prom king. Oh! And grandma passed away a month ago. Mum got extremely busy handling the businesses that she barely comes home. She was always on business trips. I finally got time for my self. But being and idle person is a really bad thing. Being at home all the time made me do thing I still regret up until now. If only I had stayed quietly everything would have been okay, mum wouldn't have left me. I paused for while before getting myself together. Yeah, I’m an orphan now but on the bright side I still have my father’s property to help me. People said I was to smart for my age, I was 18 were they expecting me to be dumb but it was true, if only was wasn’t too smart. With mum away I decided to spend time discovering new thing and I decided to uncover the truth about the mansion cause even with us living in the mansion for months, I think eight months, I still couldn’t figure out why people say the mansion was haunted.
For months of staying alone I noticed that there was this door we never opened since we moved in and I always wandered why. So I decided to explore what was hidden in that place. I couldn’t do my exploring cause mum was coming that day so I decided to do it when she is out. Mum said a couple of days before she left, it was really fun cause I haven’t spent time with mum for a while because of her trips. After she left, the next day I decided to go check out the locked room. When I got to the door I noticed the door was locked with rusted chains and a padlock. Why didn’t I notice this before ?, I thought. I went to the store room and got some tools, don’t look at me, I have never broken a door-lock before.I started screwing and hammering till I was able to get the lock open, I should not have done that, why did I do that?, if only curiosity didn’t takeover me that day. So I happily open the door and my jaw almost dropped.
