Katie McCory and the Dagger of Truth
Scary Excerpt (1)
“Donnie, are you possessed? You’re
being awful quiet.” Katie chided.
Donnie
didn’t move. Katie looked closer. “Surely you aren’t mad about the cards are
you? If you are, you can just get over it.
No one played any joke on you. It was probably one of Great Grandpa’s
tricks. I found those cards up here in the attic, and it sounds just like
something he would do.”
Donnie
still didn’t respond. Katie shoved her chair away from the table and stomped
over to Donnie’s seat. She had her hands on her hips and was about to give him
a good chewing out when she heard Grams’s grandfather clock strike the last
dong of midnight. Oh! No! She had
completely forgotten about the chest. She stopped suddenly and looked at
Donnie’s face. His charcoal eyes were staring at something. Katie followed their
path to the octagon window. There she gasped in disbelief. The window had come
to life. The green knight had turned to face them. He was pointing his lance directly at the
ancient chest, and his horse’s eyes were blazing red. The blue blanket flew into
the corner of the room. The lance encompassed the chest with a golden ray,
giving it a lustrous radiance. Ariel and Billy were also staring at the sight.
Katie yelled at them to follow her downstairs. They all continued to stare at
the chest. She grabbed Donnie’s arm and pleaded for him to follow her
downstairs, but Donnie didn’t budge. She
ran to Billy and Ariel and tried to push them toward the door. It was as if
their feet were cemented to the attic floor. Then looking at their transfixed
eyes, Katie realized it was too late. They were all doomed.
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