The new house

(This is an OLD piece, still like it. Before I knew about paragraphs, by the looks of it. But it's readable. Was done for English, I HAD to add the ending. Wouldn't take it otherwise.) 

      “You’re going to love the new house!” My father said for the one hundredth time today. To be frank I was tired of it. I didn’t care if I was going to love this new house, I did not want to move. My parents had been trying to cheer me up for days now, always saying the same things: “You’ll love it!” It’s not too far from some of your friends houses; you can visit them next vacation!” “There’s a garden!” And so on. I wanted to yell, get moving already if the house is so great! But they’d probably ground me. We were driving away today to this wonderful house in the car, as our stuff was moved by a moving van already. Beside me, my little brother fidgeted in his seat. He couldn’t sit still due to excitement. I took my handheld game out of my pocket and started to play. The catchy game music cleared my mind and I went into a sort of Zen mode. After I’d been playing for five minutes, I felt I had calmed down enough to ask my parents a single question. I tapped my mother’s shoulder as she was in front of me “Mom,” I asked, “are we there yet?”

      I strolled through the halls of our new house. My parents had shown me my room and had then proceeded to chose rooms for everyone else, including the cat. I suppose there were enough rooms in here to get lost in, so superstitious me had packed a clove of garlic and left a trail of bright yellow jellybeans in case I did get lost. All the rooms of the house were similar in style: big, with fancy carpets and chandeliers. This is how I found myself getting lost. I turned around and followed my trail back until it suddenly stopped. Looking down I saw my little brother’s round face look up at me. “More?” He asked, extending his hands. In spite of how angry I was at him, I handed him a couple of jellybeans, which he gulped down. I twisted around to try to find my way back. I remembered the first few before I realized I was completely lost and had left my brother behind, like I’d care anyway. My first thought was to look for windows, but that was quickly forgotten, as I’d seen no windows anywhere so far. Who forgets windows, anyways? Some idiot? Still, I needed to find the exit so I could orientate myself. After going through a few more rooms, I decided to stop to think. The recent rooms seemed to be downhill from the rest of the house. Turning back to check, I saw this was true, which brought up the question: Why were we going to live in a house made by someone who doesn't know which way is straight? Since I had been going downhill, I had to now turn around, which I did. Behind me was the door I had come through and a staircase. The first one I had ever seen so far. Seeing this as a lucky chance, I went up the stairs. Too bad I didn't know what lay ahead...

      The stairs were coated with a layer of dust. Every step I took, I left a footprint. At the top of the stairs I saw a dusty bathroom, door wide open. On the right was a long hall and to the left was a small hole. Deciding to leave the dark hall alone, I examined the hole. It wasn't too small; a person could fit through it. No spiders had taken refuge there, even though they were everywhere else. The hole reminded me about a similar hole at my old house. My father used to play games with me when I was little there, pretending I was spelunking. He was my support team and I was the brave explorer. Feeling a yearning for the past, I climbed in the dark hole for a minute before falling into a dark shaft.

      I thought I was dead. My right arm was in complete pain and my head was sore. I could not feel my left arm at all. I was inside a wood room that had a huge stained glass window taking up the wall I was facing. I realized this was my chance to escape! If only I could move. Instead I was stuck lying on the floor. I bet my parents were looking for me by now. Why did I have to crawl down that small space? I really felt like an idiot. I decided it would be easier to stop thinking for a bit, so I tried my best to curl up and fall asleep. 

      The next morning, I woke up in water. Warm water. I tried moving, as it was uncomfortable, but found I was unable. Something was pressing down on me hard enough that I couldn't move. I was facing the floor, so I was stuck wondering how long it was before I died of hunger. Two days? Maybe a week? I hoped if I had to stay like this that it would be soon. A few minutes went by. Suddenly, some of the weight lifted from me and I was turned over against my will. I could have screamed, but I found it possible to hold it in, so I did. Standing tall in front of me was a huge animal, bright orange. Its ears pointed up and it's mouth grinning in a horrible cross between a smile and a snarl. Its eyes looked down at my like it could tell it owned me and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. I tried communicating with it like a dog.

I told it, "No!" loudly.

It looked at me like it thought I was a mental person. Well, at least I knew it was not a dog. I had nothing else to do so I let it go ahead and chew me up or whatever. It didn't eat me however. Instead it spoke.

      "Yo," It said,  with as much stateliness as one can muster while speaking slang.

      "...Hi? Look do you think you can... let me me move?" I managed to say.

The animal removed it's paw. I was free to go, if I could manage. Which I couldn't.

      "Better?" It said. I swear it was raising its eyebrow.

      "Much," I said. I was still was not used to talking to it. It was strange, like talking to some inanimate object.

      "Good. Anyway, I have not had someone in here for ages. So...," I swear it was acting nervous. 

      "Go ahead," I did not care what it was going to do. It did not seem vicious and it probably was offering food or inviting one of it's weird friends over.

      "Thank you!" The creature said happily.

Then the creature leaned over and carefully bit my head off.

      So I died. No big deal really. It's nice here, where ever I am, and best of all, there's food to eat and my family joined me pretty quickly. Said they were not mad. None of them have told me how they died, but I bet that creature has had a rather full stomach lately. I think that when the creature dies, it'll join me up here. We will have a dinner party and invite all our friends, like I thought it was going to do in the first place. Anyway, my legs and arms don't hurt anymore and I can't help but thinking: I'm glad I went down that dark tunnel!