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As I snuck into the libary I senses something was not right.A death freezing quiver slithered down my spine like a slippery python.
Once I entered the libary, the horrible feeling attacked me once more. The bright moonlight glinted through the glass panes on the roof and the stain glass panels of the wall.
I went into the reading room as I felt a distinct yet clear and determined voice that urged me to the reading room.
"Relase me" suddenly said a mysterious voice in my head. I was taken by surprise, then I felt the urge to dash out of the libary and never come back again.
"It is because of your ancestors that I am trapped. And only you can free me." The voice howled, it sounded sinister and powerful. But there was a hint of sorrow in it. I had a pang of sympathy come to me and I wanted to help whoever was speaking to me.
It was the middle of the night in the old and enormous libary with the walls lined with old, thick books.
I want to get out of the libary. I don't care about this mysterious voice wanting to be released. It's all a trick.
"Please don't leave me alone. You're the only one who can help me." The continuous voice pleaded. "How can you read my mind?" I half whispered as I couldn't trust myself to speak. "Oh, you haven't hear of me then!" It said sounding surprised.
"I'm the one your great grandfather imprisoned using the magic object passed down to him. He turned me into a carved lion in the wall."
Then why am I the only one that can help you, I thought.
"Bcause only the first born of every generation of your great grandfather can undo the spell if they find the enchanted object David Scott Mitchell, your great grandfather used to imprison me into a carving into his libary, reading room. I shall be free. But your grandfather and father would not oblige to help me although a called them to the libary and pleased with them. Now you are my only hope. You decide if I can get out of the spell your wicked great grandfather put over me.
Once I entered the libary, the horrible feeling attacked me once more. The bright moonlight glinted through the glass panes on the roof and the stain glass panels of the wall.
I went into the reading room as I felt a distinct yet clear and determined voice that urged me to the reading room.
"Relase me" suddenly said a mysterious voice in my head. I was taken by surprise, then I felt the urge to dash out of the libary and never come back again.
"It is because of your ancestors that I am trapped. And only you can free me." The voice howled, it sounded sinister and powerful. But there was a hint of sorrow in it. I had a pang of sympathy come to me and I wanted to help whoever was speaking to me.
It was the middle of the night in the old and enormous libary with the walls lined with old, thick books.
I want to get out of the libary. I don't care about this mysterious voice wanting to be released. It's all a trick.
"Please don't leave me alone. You're the only one who can help me." The continuous voice pleaded. "How can you read my mind?" I half whispered as I couldn't trust myself to speak. "Oh, you haven't hear of me then!" It said sounding surprised.
"I'm the one your great grandfather imprisoned using the magic object passed down to him. He turned me into a carved lion in the wall."
Then why am I the only one that can help you, I thought.
"Bcause only the first born of every generation of your great grandfather can undo the spell if they find the enchanted object David Scott Mitchell, your great grandfather used to imprison me into a carving into his libary, reading room. I shall be free. But your grandfather and father would not oblige to help me although a called them to the libary and pleased with them. Now you are my only hope. You decide if I can get out of the spell your wicked great grandfather put over me.