Bella Storm Alternate Ending

Her eyes fluttered open, so innocently, so unaware that it was the last time an insignificant action such as this would hold so little meaning. From that night on, opening her eyes would seem like a gift, like some sort of miracle from God. She rose from her bed, and as she did so the springs creaked, leaving an eery aroma to fill the room. The thought of what was beyond the safe borders of her room clouded her innocent mind as she made her way to the warming metal that stood between assuming and knowing. Assuming you were in danger, and knowing you were. Small, nimble fingers curled around the handle, turned it, and pushed the door open. It was then that she saw it. The colours were everywhere. Red, yellow, orange, all dispersing an immense amount of heat. The girl stared into the blinding colours and those she loved rose from within the heat, like phoenixes rising from the ashes. Their mouths were moving, but no sound was coming out. They looked frightened. They

She hurried away from the window, fearful that the thing would look up and see her watching. She scurried into the closet and closed her eyes, praying that it wouldn’t get inside. The girl heard feet hit the floor near the window and knew it had entered her tower. She peeked out through the slats in the closet door and gasped at what she saw.

Suena was walking home and she felt like she was being followed, but she thought it was because of the horror movie she watched the night before. It was about a twenty minute walk for Surena to get home and she often enjoyed but that day she didn’t enjoy it. When she got home there was a note on her fridge from her mother saying she’ll be back in a couple of hours and that there was leftovers in the fridge. She still had that icky feeling that someone was watching her, she kept saying in her head that it was just the horror movie scaring her. Her dog Belle was eating the couch again, when her mom got home she’d be mad. Surena went up stairs to her bedroom and forgot to lock the door that day, when her mother warned her many times before to

“Give me my book back, you grommet-head” I hear her shout. “Make me” I quickly respond, which I know will annoy her since she has no control over getting her book back. “Why don’t you run back to Mummy?” I say in an attempt to make her feel powerless.

“Alice, it was an accident. We can’t get rid of Abby. She’s a sixteen year old girl and she needs us, she needs her family. I am her father and you are her mother. She needs to be at home with her brother.”

The young girl was tired. She kept on tripping. Stumbling. Her ears muffled every sound she heard. If walking was hard, climbing into the second story window of her 'lair' was near impossible. But after multiple attempts and falls she collapsed into the hallway and dragged her self into the elevator where she rode up to the

This is it!” I grab all the papers that had to do with the fire and run out to Alice.”Alice, I figured it out! All of the people dead, they all had to do with the fire! The one in Italy, his name was Mark. He was the person that set the building on fire. The girl that was found in Greece was also part of the arson. The third and fourth one were the firefighters that were at the scene. And Sister Catherine had seen the man go into the houses when she could’ve stopped him. I told you I could solve it!” I looked at Alice’s face, she didn’t look even near as excited as I was.”What's wrong? I thought you’d be happy?”

She pounded on the wall and screamed at the top of her lungs, but eventually after her anger was unleashed she felt that it was futile and started to bite her tongue while tearing up.

The blazing light was shining in my face and a slight breeze blew through the arched windows. I spotted an open chest in the attic, whilst spring cleaning. The outside rim of the box was covered in dust and cobbled webs; the hinge was rusty, making a creak noise against the ghost-quiet room. Rummaging my hand around the chest there was a scratchy-substance digging against my fingers. As the sun faded from my sight I lifted up the mysterious object. It was an old rustic book; I flipped through the delicate pages, every touch made a crinkling

Instead of immediately finding a place to sit, she explores the library a little bit more. Curiosity spurs her on to find the person with the hair and the butterfly again. After a time she stops, noticing a fireplace surrounded by beanbags. Instead of continuing her search Alyssa goes and takes the seat closest to the fire, the opportunity to dry her clothes more important than getting answers. She settles down across from an ice-white child buried beneath a stack of books by Edgar Allan Poe. Alyssa continues to sip her hot chocolate as she skims through the

She stood there, a tall, thin steal gray fluffy haired figure on the top step for a second. And then looked down at the fair-haired children and smiled widely revealing a large gap between her two front teeth. She laughed cheerfully and declared, "Pay no mind to her. She's not so bad once you get to know her." Anna wondered about that. She seemed as if she were pretty good at being furious. "Come on, follow me." The lady said as she opened the door and allowed them to pass, "My name's Miss Margot. Now come along, there's no time to dawdle." She said in her sing-song voice and led them down a long, dark, narrow hallway that was lined with solid wood paneling. As we walked, she tugged at their arms to quicken their pace. Eventually she stopped and pressed on a spot in one of the boards and a door popped open. She and the children hurried into the cold, damp lopsided little basement storage area that was filled with spider webs and smelt dank. Once inside the room Anna noticed that a single light bulb on a long cord swayed from the ceiling and an old broken folding chair and a chamber pot leaned against one of the walls. And that in the back of the room there was a tiny, grimy window that permitted a sliver of evening moonlight to pass through. "That's yours." Miss Margot said and pointed her

Burnt homes, flipped cars, destroyed shops were scattered. The uncertainty that had left her earlier returned at full force as they seemed to move away from the populated area. After about another ten minutes of driving, they came to a stop. ‘At be twenty doll’rs the old cab grunted out. Liana gave the grumpy old man the money and exited the car with her things. In front of her stood a gloomy, run-down ill maintained two story house. The house looked abandoned as if it held no life. The doors and windows were covered in a thick layer of dust. The window panels look rotten and ready to fall off at the slightest hint of a strong wind, ivy cling to the outer wall of the house. The land surrounding the house was filled with unkempt undergrowth.Liana urged herself forward and came to a halt in front of the dirty covered door. Taking a deep breath she reached out and knocked on the

It almost looked sickly to Jane. The front door was cracked from years ago when a hail storm blew through. The concrete sidewalk leading to the door was cracked and chipped from skateboarding teens. Jane had to walk this sidewalk to reach her home, which was a mere two blocks away from the school. She was preparing for the trek home when something caught her eye. A black van was parked a few feet away from the school. A man was sitting in the front seat, watching her patiently. Something wasn’t right. Jane quickened her pace steadily, seeing if the van would follow. She was worried, she had to travel through a damp, dank alleyway to make it to her house, and it seemed this man wasn’t alone. Jane was shaking from the fear mixed with cold. When she turned the corner of the sidewalk to walk down the grimy alleyway leading to her house, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. The van was following her. Chugging along ever so slowly, but enough to

Remy Anderson’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she climbed the stairs to her best friend’s apartment. The trek to the third floor was no easy feat considering that she was toting a duffel bag, a backpack, and a half-eaten pumpkin pie. Arriving at their apartment door, she rang the bell and waited in the dull glow of the gold chandelier.