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IX

2008-10-20T11:06:00.002+08:00

Derek slowly lifted his trembling eyelids. There were pieces of tiles flying in front of him, slicing through the air at all sides. This must be heaven, he thought. In front of him was an angel, prettier than anything he had ever seen. The angel was feminine, covered in a silver dress that seemed too big for her, revealing nothing of her limbs. Golden linings could be traced at the side of the dress, forming her body frame from bottom till her shoulder. Her dress was emitting rays of golden light, giving Derek a warm feeling he had never felt before. Huge pair of wings, as white as snow, stretched out on both sides from behind her. Feathers of white fell endlessly from her wings, glowing with a soothing light, filling the floor with indescribable beauty and brightness. Her dark hair swayed behind her like blackened silk; so long it was that it went beyond the wings that were level with her chest. She was lifted from the ground by an unknown force, floating steadily as if she was standing on solid flooring in air.

Among the broken tiles, she flew gracefully towards Derek, her right arm stretched out. All of a sudden, the warm feeling faded away, with fear began coursing his veins again. It was replaced by the sight of a disgusting person with chains all
over his body.

Just inches away from Derek, the axe had destroyed the entire tile flooring, burying itself deep inside the concrete. The cannibal was furious, with his yellow eyes staring sternly at Derek. Forester and Emma were frozen on the spot. They could only look at the great axe; reluctantly imagining their fate should the axe came down upon them. The cannibal removed the axe from the floor effortlessly and raised it vertically above its head. It took two heavy steps in front and swung the axe down with full might. This time, it was bound to hit flesh.

“Vanish…” Derek mumbled under his breath in a voice he himself did not recognise as he slotted his medallion into the empty slot right behind him.

The floor beneath the three flipped downwards, opening a short tunnel leading down. They fell down along with the crumbs of tiles that was beneath their feet, leaving the hallway with the cannibal. It was not a long fall. They landed on soft land after sliding though a steep bend in the tunnel. Slowly, they got up and stood in silence. It was dark and quiet where they fell; their heavy breathing rang sounded like an orchestra in there. Forester reached for his jeans pocket and took out the lighter he always carried with him. He reeled the flint wheel once and the spark lighted the place for a short millisecond. He ran his thumb on the wheel again, yet the fire was not up. He was about to spark it for the third time…

“Can’t believe that idiot actually let you in here. I guess I’ll just have to take it from here,” a mysterious voice echoed around the three.

The three of them stopped everything, even their breathing. Emma’s eyes were getting used to the dark. She actively scanned the place, trying to move as little as possible in order to keep silent. There were figures around them at all corners. There were two figures right next to her on the left and right. If it was only those two, she’d be fine, but in front of her was another figure. That was not the worst of it, every single figure she could see was moving!

Forester took the risk and snapped the lighter. The fire came on. “Holy…”

“Oh my God!” Emma placed her hands over her mouth.

Derek was shocked beyond words. There were skeletons dancing about the place, and one single transparent figure began to materialise. It turned out to be a lady in a black evening gown. She smiled sweetly, and most likely to herself for it was the,
“I found dinner” kind of smile.

“Tonight’s a very delicate night. What a joyful banquet,” the lady muttered in joy.

Emma was the first to get back to her senses. Her survival instinct caught her. She grabbed both of her friends’ hands and made a dash through the narrow passageway up front. The skeletons began to chase them. Forester held up his lighter and ran in front of Emma. Derek was running beside Emma. He took a quick glance backwards and saw the skeletons closing in on them. The skeletons seem to have agile legs that move twice the speed of Derek, in the meantime producing a messed up bone hitting against bone sound.

“I see stairs! Hurry!” Forester shouted.

They went up the spiral stairs. Suddenly, Derek pulled Forester’s hand. Forester came to a halt. He glanced down at Derek, who was gasping desperately for breath. No…Forester trembled in fear. There were screams, from beneath the stairs, in the dark.

“Emma… Where is she?” Forester asked Derek as he shook his hand away, unwilling to face what lied before him.

“Something… caught her legs… and pulled… her down,” Derek struggled to get enough air to speak. Derek took a deep breath and then said, “We have to go now, before they come here. We’ll die if we stay here! Go! Go!”

Derek shouted as he pushed Forester upwards. Forester resisted, “I am not leaving here without her!”

At that moment, there was a loud cry, signifying terrible agony. Derek and Forester stared into the stairs that led downwards into the black void. For a slight moment there was absolute silence. Then, the bones began to sound again. Forester picked up a tiny stone pebble and secured it on the button that keeps the gas valve open with his cellophane tape he had with him then. His hands did the work easily as if he had been training on it for a long time. With immense hatred, he flung the lighter down the stairs. He paced up the stairs slowly as the sound of the lighter hit something. Derek held on to Forester’s hand as they moved up the stairs in total blindness.

Forester got hold of a doorknob. He twisted it and gently pushed it slightly open. He looked out of the opening, to check the situation outside. Derek was looking down into the darkness as the light coming from the opening of the door shone onto the stairs. The stairs were silent, as it was on the other side of the door.
Forester pushed open the door and stepped out. Derek turned around and stood in awe. One would never have thought that they were in a gigantic mansion if they ever stepped into this place. The place was lit by an artificial moon, probably a lamp in disguise. The ground was not solid, but soft soil covering the entire platform. There was a slight fog amidst the air. The most significant thing in this room… was that it was filled with crosses that stuck to the ground. In the middle of the place was a dead tree. The place was as big as any graveyard that existed.

“I can’t believe they could fit a graveyard in this mansion,” Forester exclaimed.

“The skeletons are not coming anymore. I think we are safe for the time being,” Derek said as he shut the door and locked it.

“I can’t believe it, Derek… Emma is gone…” Forester said as tears flowed down his cheek.

“Yeah…” it was the only thing Derek could say.

A cool breeze began to rise. Forester and Derek enjoyed the cooling breeze for a short moment, until it hit them. A graveyard in a mansion was unbelievable, a breeze in a mansion was impossible… There was a swishing sound, and the two immediately stared at the dead tree. The thick branches were swaying aimlessly. From the top of the tree, a black light began to shine. Slowly, a figure materialised.

“Forester,” Derek said as he reached for a sharp wooden stick nearby. “I hope your history of Count Dracula is going to help us somehow in this…”

As if enjoying this sight, somewhere deep inside the mansion, someone grinned. “Jumping from ground floor to third floor… It seems there’s progress. Derek, you’re going to have lots of fun there. I didn’t give it the whole third floor for nothing.”

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VIII

2008-10-17T10:18:00.003+08:00

Harvard and Tiffany paced down the dark and damp passage, with only their breathings and footsteps as their companion. The walkway was very narrow that it could only fit one person at a time. The semicircular shaping of the passage was built with a low top that would only allow a small kid to walk in full height. Harvard and Tiffany bent forwards as the walked, careful not to hit anything with their head. They walked with their hands stretched out on the walls for guidance.

They finally came to a split. There were three ways: left, right and front. They were advised to go left from the path with water. The front passage was watery, the right was windy, and the left one was stuffy. They turned left as the voice had advised them to do so, without much contemplation. The air in the tiny passage seemed like it was insufficient for the both of them. They took short and quick breaths to make sure they got enough air. Once in a while they would hear the flapping of wings or the screeching of nails on walls. As quiet as they could, they hastened their progress. Then they came into an end.

“It said that it is not a dead end… but…” Harvard stared blankly at the concrete wall in front of him.

The air here was surprisingly refreshing. Both of them were breathing normally again as the air filled their lungs. An unknown source of light lit the place with an eerie dim light that flickers from time to time, as if threatening to whip away any moment.

“Maybe you got the wrong message… or –”

Tiffany was silenced by a loud sneeze that came from the other side of the wall. A strong gust of wind began traversing through the walls around her. Tiffany became excited; she had always wanted to see something fascinating. She placed her trembling hands on the wall. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the wall from the other side.

Then, she stretched her hands softly out of the walls. I was right, thought Tiffany. Her hands reached something she knew she must pull through the wall. Women intuition… She grabbed hard on whatever-it-was as she pulled it through the wall. She felt resistance, but her excitement made her gather whatever strength she had in her, and with all she could muster, she pulled. Harvard was shocked to see two heads coming through the other side of the wall.
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VII

2008-07-06T23:15:00.004+08:00

The wires of the collapsed lamp detached from the lamp and wrapped themselves around Tiffany, binding her hands and legs. Harvard tried to reach Tiffany, but he was bound by something else. Tiffany felt severe pain as the steel wire tightened around her as if it was trying to force itself into her skin. Then, it lifted her and pinned her against the wall nearby by driving its sharp points into the wall. Harvard looked in fear at Tiffany suffering. The spirit wrapped her hands around him.

Tiffany’s blood slowly flowed down the wall. She began to lose consciousness. Harvard tried to break free but he could not. Instead, he felt weaker and weaker. He looked at his hands, it was turning colour. His veins began to disappear, the colour of his skin turned pale.

“Ah… The teenage soul… Ever refreshing…” The lady was enjoying herself.

Tiffany was barely conscious, but she could see that the lady was sucking out Harvard’s soul. She saw a second Harvard slowly emerging from Harvard’s body. The lady was fusing with Harvard’s soul. Harvard was becoming pale, and his skin was drying up fast. Tiffany was worried and scared, but not for Harvard alone. She herself was about to be murdered by a wire from a broken ceiling lamp. The wires danced around her flesh as the two wires that pinned her to the wall were turning deeper into the wall.

It was almost over. Tiffany was losing her strength; Harvard’s spirit was close to complete fusion with the lady spirit. For an instant there, Tiffany was very sure she saw something other than that ghost and Harvard in front of her. Ah yes… there was a smile…

A loud crashing sound came from nowhere. The entire ground shook violently.

“Stupid big brainless cannibal of a donkey! Stop!” cursed the lady as she vanished from the room.

The broken lamp that was binding Tiffany had also vanished along with the spirit. Harvard’s spirit levitated awhile above his body before it got sucked in by a force, life force probably, from Harvard. He regained his spirit, literally. Tiffany had bled too much. The disappearance of the lamp did not take along its effects. She leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. The pain was excruciating. Harvard went to her in fear.

“Tif, how are you? I mean… how can I help you…? I mean… please don’t close your eyes… Stay with me…” Harvard said as he thought of ways to heal her.

“Through that shelf, turn left when you see water blocking your path. It is not a dead end.”

Harvard turned as he heard the voice. The voice faded away as he stared outside the room. There was no one. He gulped. Then, he felt Tiffany’s grasp tightened. He looked down. The wounds were healing, fast…

“You’re healing,” Harvard said as he smiled in joy.

“Yeah, somehow,” Tiffany said as she slowly felt herself regaining full consciousness.

“We got to go, before that ghost returns,” Harvard said as he helped Tiffany up.

Harvard walked towards the shelves of books. How to get through? He fiddled with the books hoping it would reveal some hidden passage. Tiffany on the other hand set her eyes on something else. It was a medallion hanging at the corner of a shelf. Harvard saw a book entitled, “opening the shelf”. It had to be the key. He reached for it as Tiffany reached for the medallion. Tiffany took the medallion and the book shelf immediately glided towards the left. Harvard did not touch the book.

“Wow… The medallion is the key?” Harvard was clearly amazed.

“I have no idea,” Tiffany said sarcastically as she shook her head and walked into the hidden passage.

The lady ghost re-entered the room after a while. She was shocked to see the couple had disappeared. Her red eyes scanned the room. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the hidden passage revealed. She glided towards the shelf, grinned satisfyingly and vanished into thin air… The shelf shifted back to its original position, with the “opening the shelf” book jutting out. A young girl’s hand pushed the book into the shelf…

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VI

2008-07-03T11:28:00.003+08:00

Allen and Amy looked at the moving figure trying to remove its hands from the door. They just barely dodged the attack of the figure by rolling out of the way. If their counting and reflexes were late, they would most likely be spending their time staring at the hand that appears in the middle of their body. They were sitting with the monster in between them, still struggling with the door.

“How the heck did it get that much strength?” Allen exclaimed.

“Why don't you ask it yourself," replied Amy in sarcasm. "Run… We have to… And fast.”

Allen realised something. The hall was becoming darker. He looked out of the window. Amy also noticed it. There was a heavy fog gathering outside the window, and it was blocking the moonlight. Amy looked at Allen, who looked back in fear. She saw Allen shaking his head and mouthing, “no” before darkness completely sealed off her vision. Everything was silent in the hall.

That only lasted for a short time. A wood-breaking sound broke the silence, and there was an unwanted light shining into the room. Amy was afraid… The light came from two holes, and it wasn’t far from her. She knew it was around, but her fear grew stronger for she knew not where. She slowly lay on the floor like a cocoon. She took short breaths and calmed herself.

Amy stared directly at the light that shone at the floor just a few inches away from where she was lying. She prayed that Allen was safe and was doing something to save them both. She nearly let out a sound when she saw a rotten leg came in the way of the light, blocking her view of the light. She didn’t dare move, and there were worms crawling from the leg towards her. She shut her eyes and braced herself.

She heard a spark. Immediately she opened her eyes. The worms were gone, and the leg vanished. She turned to her other side and saw a fire hovering across the hall. There were sounds of something hopping towards the fire.

“Amy!” Amy heard Allen calling out for her nearby.

She got up and placed her hands in the light. Allen took it and pulled her away from the door into a corner of the hall. Their retinas had yet to adjust themselves.

“I guess that match was actually useful. Good thing I brought it along,” Allen whispered.

Yeah useful, thought Amy, now what? They heard it moving again. Somewhere around the place the coffin was. It moved towards the door. They saw its legs wandering about the place. Then, it disappeared into the darkness. They were well hidden, until something unexpected happened.

“Ahh-Chooo!” Allen sneezed and the flame gone.

Shit, Allen cursed right after the sneeze. Amy was shocked… Was that a joke? They heard hurried footsteps going their direction. They turned right and made a dash. They made it to the other corner of the hall, and they heard the ‘thing’ scratching at the wall where they were. They escaped the danger, or so they thought.

Allen suddenly felt hands on his shoulder, and he was pulled backwards. The hands had sharp fingernails as he felt pain on his shoulders. Allen held Amy’s hands tightly and he pulled Amy along. There was something else in the room other than that monster. Whatever it was, Allen and Amy fell to its hands...

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V

2008-06-29T13:06:00.001+08:00

Forester, Emma and Derek ran down the hallway as quick as they could get. They split up and search for an alternative route. There were many doors along the hallway, but none of the doors budged. The screeching sound was heard again. This time, it was louder and longer. All of a sudden, the sound came to a pause and the whole place was silent. The three of them paused and looked at the far end of the hallway from whence they came. The same figure holding the enormous axe was standing there, looking straight at them.

“Did he just bloody smile?” Forester commented as he walked towards Emma.

“I don’t think that’s important. We need a way out of the hallway,” Derek said as he moved towards the end of the hallway. “He flings that again… We’re all served dinner.”

“He can’t be a cannibal, right?” Emma asked.

Derek pointed at the figure, and Emma glanced at the figure. There was something shining near its mouth… “Did you say you found a way out?” Emma asked as she hastened her footsteps towards Derek.

Dead end… The end… That was what awaited the three. They stood, back leaning against the wall. They gave a sigh simultaneously. The axe-wielding person raised his axe above his head. Derek was amazed how big the hallway was. It could even fit in that axe vertically.

“What did I tell you, Derek? The words meant for us. The seven, it means the seven of us. The souls gladly welcome us to their stupid spiritual world.”

“Don’t tell me,” Derek interrupted. “Till the seventh is gone actually means that… every single one of us…”

“Dead?” Emma exclaimed. “What? I’m too young to die!”

The figure was already halfway walking towards them. It was very strong of him, to carry that axe vertically and walked for so long, holding it in that position. Derek closed his eyes as he heard the heavy footsteps approaching him. He could also hear Forester trying to calm Emma, who was panicking and in tears already. What’s the use of calming people who were to die?

“Derek,” a soft whisper said in his ears. “The secret stairs to the third floor is just there. Use it, before Regg lowers his axe.”

The axe-wielding figure became furious all of a sudden. He roared and then landed his axe. Derek opened his eyes just to see the axe coming down. Forester and Emma were all silent as they looked up at the lowering axe.

“Thank you… but I guess you were too late…” Derek murmured as he smiled.

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IV

2008-06-26T12:14:00.003+08:00

“I guess you’ll go to Harvard’s University after this year, aren’t you?” Tiffany said as she ran her fingers through the books on the shelves.

“Hahaha!” Harvard laughed as he settled on the chair by the table. “Well, I’m named Harvard not because my future lies with the uni. I may consider it though. It’s quite close to my house. I could also stop studies and start working. What about you Tiffany? You know I’d like to be at the same place you are.”

Tiffany giggled. “You can go to any university you’d like with that intelligence you have, and I’m sure doing PhD will be a breeze for you. I mean, you’re the smartest kid in the whole uni.”

“True, that’s why it wouldn’t be a problem to get a place at the same uni as you. Look here!” Harvard took out his digital cam. “Let’s take a picture in this magnificent study room.”

Harvard clicked and the picture was taken. Harvard pressed the view photo button and the just taken picture showed itself on the tiny screen. Tiffany continued browsing through the enormous collection of books.

“You look so pretty in the picture,” Harvard praised Tiffany, more of flirting, actually. “Nice eyes… I love them, especially since their blue, my favourite colour. And your smile, it’s so…”

Tiffany was listening contently. She noticed the pause. She turned around, about to ask Harvard to continue. She was shocked to see Harvard frowning, as if something was unpleasant on her. He looked at the photo, then up at Tiffany and back at the photo, repeating this sequence so very often.

“What’s wrong?”

“The… The…”Harvard stammered.

Then, a piercing scream was heard. Harvard still did not lift his eyes from the picture, he couldn’t. Tiffany walked away from the shelves and peered out of the door. A loud bang was heard after that, and it came from the direction of the main hall. Tiffany began to feel her heart race, whose pitiful scream was that?

“Do you think the scream was from Amy or Emma?” Tiffany asked Harvard as she continued looking outside into the hallway.

There wasn’t a reply. Tiffany turned around and saw Harvard looking at the camera screen, sweating and as pale as a ghost… Tiffany walked towards Harvard, worried about him.

Harvard’s eyes took notice of a disfigured background, right behind Tiffany, in the picture. The background was blurry, as if he was looking at it through a magnifying glass. Right after the scream faded away, something additional slowly formed in the picture. Just a few inches behind the smiling Tiffany, a lady in a black evening gown materialised. The lady was smiling… and her eyes were looking straight at Harvard…

“Tiffany… We better leave… Now…” Harvard said as he got up the chair.
Tiffany stopped beside Harvard. “Why? What’s the matter?”

Harvard did not reply, his instinct demanded that they leave the place as soon as they could. He took Tiffany’s hand and made his way to the door. The hanging lamp on the ceiling broke and fell down. Harvard noticed and hopped backwards pulling Tiffany along, just missing the crashing lamp. Harvard and Tiffany stood there, looking at the lamp. The two realized that their in for a very interesting adventure…

“Why are you in such a hurry?” A gentle voice sounded from behind them. “You’ll have an eternity to explore this whole mansion.”

Harvard and Tiffany gulped… Neither of them liked the sound of that. They felt worse when the door slammed shut and the key turned, and then vanished itself. They looked at each other and were plunged into one of their worst nightmares.

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2008-06-23T22:20:00.001+08:00

“Wow… Amy! Would you just look at this ancient coffin? And the best part of it, the owner actually keeps it in his home. Ooooh… ‘Today I shall spend the night in my comfy coffin!!’ I should blog about this!” Allen joked as he examined the broken coffin.

“Al, the view of the sunset from this window is actually quite charming, don’t you think?” Amy said as she stood in front of a wide misty window.

Allen walked towards her and wrapped his hands around her. Amy leaned back on Allen’s chest as they enjoyed the sunset outside the window. The golden rays of the sun fell behind the mountains. Slowly, darkness filled the sky, and the last ray of light vanished. At that exact moment, the same second the last light from the sun was gone, a scream filled the place.

Allen and Amy turned around and looked around the place. The scream had came and gone. The place was dark. Both of them jumped in fright as they heard a loud bang from the direction where they had entered the hall. Allen gathered up his courage and walked towards the coffin. Amy stood in front of the window, and set her eyes upon the darkness in front of her.

The clouds began to disperse in the sky, revealing a full red moon. The moonlight shone in through the large window. Slowly, it lit the place up with a dim and eerie light. Amy saw Allen’s figure moving towards the coffin, but something was not right there. Allen never had long hair…

“Behind you!” Amy shouted as she dashed towards the unknown figure.

Allen turned back and saw a face he wished he’d never seen in his entire life. He could smell rotten flesh. He tripped and fell backwards, right into the coffin. There were worms in the coffin. He felt them wriggling all around him. He jumped out of the coffin and shook the worms off his clothes. Amy used a large wood nearby and hit the head of the unknown figure as hard as she could. The figure fell to the floor. She stared at the figure as it got up again.

Allen grabbed Amy’s hands. “Run for it!” Allen shouted as he pulled Amy towards the entrance of the place.

They heard a loud crashing sound, followed by Forester’s voice shouting aloud. They knew something was wrong. As they reached the entrance, a strong wind blew and the door shut with a bang in front of them. Allen slammed onto the door and twisted the knob, only to hear a clicking sound. Amy pounded hard on the door. It would not budge. Someone locked them in! They stopped trying to open the door. They had something else to worry about.

“1,” Allen counted as he let go of the knob.

“2,” They closed their eyes as they heard heavy breath close behind them.

“3…”

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II

2008-06-21T16:07:00.003+08:00

“Hey! Derek!” Harvard shouted as they finally reached the end of the road.

Derek was standing alone in front of a gigantic door. The door looked ancient, as if it came from the past. It was rusted with cobwebs covering every corner of the door. Derek did not turn around to look at his friends. He continued standing there like a soulless puppet.

“Whoa…” All six of them were awed by the enormous structure that stood firmly before them. The structure towered over them, casting its shadows upon the very ground they stand. They could not make out how tall was it as it ascends beyond the clouds. And Derek, who stood in front of the door, looked even smaller than he ever was.

Forester slapped his forehead in sudden realisation. “Derek! Let’s get out of here now! It’s getting dark. This is not…”

Derek cut him off by raising his hand. “There is something in here. I know it. It calls for me.”

Derek moved closer and pushed the door open. There was a sentence on the door. The carvings of the words were fine. Forester noticed it before the door before them swung open. Derek stepped inside. The others followed in awe, except for Forester. He finally understood what it meant. It was for them…

“Come on in, Forester! It’s huge in here!” Emma exclaimed as she went and pull Forester in, entirely oblivious of where they were standing on.

When Forester entered, he stood beside Derek while admiring the main hall of the mansion. “Derek, remember the line from the book I showed you?” he stammered…

“What line? The bold one? Nope, never had the chance, your wife came to disturb, remember? Why?”

“’Cause I think it means us…and it is on the door …”

“Don’t be ridiculous. According to you, that castle was brought down to the ground.”

“Yes, I know I said that, but the fact is that it is still here and we’re standing in it! This is entirely why we should just step back the way we came and…”

“Oh, don’t be a coward. You don’t get such magnificent structures anywhere nowadays. We should get some ideas!”

“Not good, Derek, not good. That bold line was exactly the same as in the book and
now I understand the true meaning of it. I hope it’s wrong, but…”

“Oh? What did it write?”

“It says ‘at last night falls for the seven souls gladly welcome their arrival to enter the great dimension. Ignore this not heed it till the seventh is gone.’”

“I don’t see a problem in that sentence. Just a nice sentence to make the place look eerie.”

“Well, try fixing the punctuations… ‘At last night falls… For the seven, souls gladly welcome their arrival, to enter the great dimension… Ignore this not, heed it… till the seventh is gone….’”

“Wow… Nice sentence… But I don’t see the connection. Did you make that up?” Derek looked at Forester sceptically.

“Of course not! Look at the-”

Then a ear-piercing scream caused both of them to drop silent. It filled the whole place with its echo. Derek and Forester both turned towards the long hallway by their right. The darkness within the mansion was lit up by dim lights on the ceiling. Only Derek, Forester and Emma were in the main hall, the rest of the party had disappeared. The great door where they came in shut with a loud bang. There were shouts from the hallway. Then, everything was silent.

Emma opened her mouth, about to say something. Forester placed his hands over her mouth, and they both looked at Derek. It seemed that Derek had also heard it. It was a short screech, but continuous, as if something heavy was being dragged. It was then that Derek saw, all the way down the left hallway, a figure emerged from a door moving slowly towards them. The figure was dragging something really big behind him…

“Errr… Guys…” Derek said as he dragged his feet backwards and pointed at the figure, whose head was looking at the floor. “I think he’s holding an axe, and umm… I don’t like the way his walking here.”

The figure lifted his head, placed both hands on the axe’s handle, and flung the axe towards them. The three immediately broke into a sprint towards the hallway right opposite the main door.

“Hell! What on earth is that? Leave us alone!” Forester shouted as they heard a loud bang behind them.

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2008-06-20T17:37:00.003+08:00

And so it begins the tale of a mystery that never managed to be unveiled…

Derek, Forester, Allen, Amy, Harvard, Tiffany and Emma were just ordinary university students, apart from their very close relationship. They were also quite infamous in the town as the most daring group of people around. They boasted of their adventures in the jungle where a giant bear lived and also of their swimming vacation in the river that is close to the great waterfall. These daring actions were part of a whole lot they have done, and managed to gain recognition by the town, but these are coming to an end pretty soon…

“You’ve got to be kidding me! There could never be such a beautiful thing in that bloody hill! I mean it’s so remote!” Derek exclaimed as he looked at the picture in the book.

“No kidding, man! Look here, it says that it has been there since 1939. That’s like the beginning of World War 2. We gotta check it out one day!” Forester, the only kid that ever got a perfect score in history, pointed out. “Other than that, look here,” he dashed his hand towards a bolded sentence somewhere in the middle of the write-up.

Before Derek could read it, Emma hugged Forester from behind as she popped her head between Forester’s and Derek’s. “Wow… Nice building… Is it for me, dear?”

Forester smiled sweetly at Emma. Forester and Emma had been the hottest topic amongst the students. They acted as if they’re getting married soon. The contrast between them: both blonde, have a good sense of humour, ever cheerful, very fascinated with history and past events and have a dire desire to do unexpected things… Derek on the other hand was born with naturally grey hair, wearing frameless specs, the shortest guy in the group (taller than the girls, though), and loved architecture.

“Sorry, Emmy, I think it had been rammed down a few months ago. I read it somewhere in the newspaper.”

“Hmm… pity. But doesn’t concern us,” She smiled and kissed Forester on the cheek.

“I think we better get going. Thanks for the info, Forester!” Derek placed the book on the floor and the three moved towards the cafeteria. The book slowly turned to dust as Derek walked away.

Derek had a vivid memory of the building. He could not see anything like it anymore, but it would be nice to be able to build something like that. A gigantic castle on top of the hill, with clouds surrounding it, pure white, with bricks that reflected the sunlight making it glitter, and a large pool, where people could swim and enjoy the morning sun. That was the best part of the memory, and he would love it to stay like that.

On their usual table sat the four other members. Allen, the computer wiz, Amy, charming as well as a very good pretender, Harvard, the smartest student in the whole college, and Tiffany, who’s most fascinated with spirits. They were happily chatting away. Derek, Forester and Emma joined in.

Dusk came when the group of seven finished having their fun at the arcade. They all got into their cars. Then, Derek felt a force pulling him, and a whisper within his head. Without their usual farewell, Derek zoomed off in his Ferrari towards the outskirts, his car engine breaking the silence of the roads. The others were surprised of Derek’s odd behaviour. He was always the last to go and from the years they knew him, he would never ever stress his engine the way he just did. They exchanged looks and hastily stumbled into their cars and followed Derek. It was tough for them to catch up as Derek drove insanely along the winding road, pressing the break pedal only once awhile in emergence.

“Look, Al. Derek’s there!” Amy pointed out at the black Ferrari parked beside a steep road leading up a hill.

Allen parked his car right beside Derek’s, followed by Forester and Harvard. The six of them took a deep breath and began walking up the road. There was a sign there, but it had been completely shielded by the wild grass that was only a little bit short of six feet tall. The six walked past the sign… and from afar, someone in a cloak punched the digits on his phone…

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Legend of Miel

2008-06-18T19:26:00.004+08:00

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Ever heard of Miel? No? Then you must not be from this dimension of the world. Well, as we see the corrupt world now, we always cry in despair in silence. Somewhere out there, we have Miel, a boy whose destiny is tied to something those without power will adore. This boy brings the world closer to balance, and this is his story...

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2008-06-18T11:59:00.014+08:00

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Derek was a university student, graduating soon in fact. A few days before graduating, he came across a mysterious book. Something in it took interest in him. Slowly, unseen forces began to attract him towards an unknown place. Six of his close friends followed him. The seven students found themselves in a great castle and this is the beginning of one dark evening...

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Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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