The black body of nine lives, with it's humungous, green olive-like eyes, saw the small clockwork mouse move here and there as the cat's eyes shone with excitement. It jumped up from the stairs and onto the ground.

A feeling of joy rose up in my heart. The cat finally had made the decision to get out of my damn way! It furiously growled and then a blur of black leapt onto the expensive toy. Now the doorway was thankfully empty! And it was my chance to go inside now. But, still, I could tell that I wasn't ready at all, because the enormous door just gave me the creeps. Claw marks were dug deep into it, and dirt was smeared all over the door.

I quickly reached the stairs before the cat could change its mind. I climbed quickly up the stairs and then stopped just right outside. Was I ready to go inside? Was I brave enough? But, my grandma is in grave danger, I couldn't leave her. It's now or never.

Thinking these thoughts, the tip of my fingers pushed the door. The door opened slowly into the inside, and darkness came into focus. Being in the dark had never scared me, but this darkness was different. It looked...darker...scarier.I felt like if I was entering a Dracula's castle.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The air smelled of fresh blood and dirt. It was an unpleasant smell. I closed my eyes shut to avoid eye contact with the dark. Sweat started drenching my face. The back of my neck itched a little and I ran my hand over the soft yet crumbling wallpaper to find a lightswitch. In seconds, my fingers touched with a kind of switch. Yes! It was the LIGHTSWITCH!

A smile formed on my lips, and one of the index fingers switched it on. The bright light from the ceiling illuminated the area in no time. Darkness was still there, but at a fair distance. The area turned out to be a cold hallway. The walls of it were smeared with blood, and a ceramic pedestal stood at the end of the hallway. It was a pedestal of a woman, who's eyes were not there but only two expensive sapphires. Her lips were pursed tightly like if the woman had been disturbed, molested, or is a victim of depression.

I started walking.

After some time, I reached the end before turning into a corner and walking at the end of another hallway, which was thankfully small. When I had reached the end of it, there was a wooden door fixed there. It was wooden, refined with fine brown polish. There was a gold doorknob.

Seriously? Who wants a doorknob made of gold? Totally ridiculous! Grandma spends her money on things that are trash!

A werewolf head was sticking out from the top of it. It's eyes pristine because they had shiny emeralds. The door was also ruined, and it somehow looked more wicked than the entry door. My fingers coiled around the cold doorknob, and then I twisted it in a hasty manner.

The door opened on the inside and then, as I may have said in the previous of my diary's chapters, that I had not visited my grandma's house for a long time, and I may have forgotten most of the things, and this foyer in front of me was one of them. A lightbulb hung low from the ceiling; it reflected it's ghastly white light from the mirror onto the ceramic statue of a dog. It was all white, and one could see that there were the small black ceramic particles painted all across its body. Its mouth was closed; its ears stood up straight; its hind legs stood as erect as pillars and its forelegs were crumpled up in the back.

A mysterious-looking statue...

There were two doors in front of me, right next to the mirror. Those two doors were scratched with dirt and claw-marks too, just like the rest of the doors. There was a tall mannequin with a dark coat which was leaning against the wooden bannister of a winding staircase. The staircase followed to the upper floor. A red carpet was thrown over the stairs.

The air smelled damp, and in fact, more unpleasant than the one lurking in the hallway. It was an aroma which you get from mixing together vinegar, ketchup and salt. I pinched my nose and groaned to resist the smell, and then quickly started to trudge up the stairs.

While walking upon the stairs, I had a strange feeling that the portraits hanging on the wall were watching me. Watching me in a suspicious manner. I hurried upstairs, avoiding their creepy looks.

I reached upstairs. Three doors were located there. Each of the door side to side. Stroking my chin, I looked at the three doors. One of it was dusty and its doorknob was missing. The other door was also dusty, but its doorknob was there. The third one also didn't have any doorknob. "Let's try this one!" I muttered as I approached the door with the doorknob. I twisted it and then opened the door slightly.

An unexpected disgusting smell of rotten meat invaded my nose and a cloud of dust blasted on my face. I coughed up on the dust, shooing it away with my hand before stepping inside. Inside was complete darkness except for the scant moonlight which glided through the windows and bathed itself upon a blood-stained bathtub.

Bathtub? That meant that I was in a bathroom. But, from where did that blood came from?

I looked up to see something sitting inside the bathtub with its head hunched down into the tub. It was all black, and was the size of two lions-just like grandma has described it in one of her letters! The creature moved rhythmically inside as blood particles sprang out from underneath.

I was truly petrified! What was it? WHAT WAS IT?

My breath caught in my throat and my eyes filled with dread and fear. I balled my hands into tight fists and then held my breath, opened my mouth wide, and then let out a long, everlasting awful scream! That got the creature's attention! It suddenly emerged it's huge head from beneath and then twisted it's neck toward my direction. It was a WEREWOLF!