Never Alone Version Two

I'm writing Never Alone, my first completed Movella, again as I want to make it even better. I might even send it to a publisher. Here goes...

After a young thrillseeker gets bored in the summer holidays, she comes up with a fun-sounding, if strictly illegal, boredom-buster. Break into, and take photos of, some celebrities homes. Will Smiths' place= Too easy. Casa de Jennifer Aniston= She could do it blindfolded. However, a dare from her best friend leaves her getting caught by the owner of Mansion Number 3. If that wasn't scary enough, the owner died when she was 12.

Now, 15-year-old Diana has a huge secret to hide, and an even bigger one to uncover. Both could leave her the same way as her ghostly companion.

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12. In The Fireplace? Do You Think I'm Harry Potter Or Something?

 

Vienna, Austria. Home of cobbled streets, and Mozart. Also, the Illuminati HQ.

I landed on the ornate streets, clutching hold of TG tightly. He hadn't let me down, and even managed to get me in just the right part of Vienna.

"This must be the place." He said, pointing out this little symbol on nearly every sign, and worked into the cobbles. Once he pointed it out to me, I noticed it everywhere. I couldn't help but see it everywhere I looked. If this wasn't the place, then I'd hate to see the right location.

"Any clue where it is?" I asked.

"It's down here, hidden in plain view inside the first Mozarthaus. There's a pretty heavy entrance fee though." He said, indicating the huge house.

It was one of those white with black beams, style houses. Very simple, like a 1700's version of two up-two down. There were thin alleys either side of it, just big enough for me to edge down it sideways. I reckon I could slip my way down it, and break into through the window I could see.

Edging into the gap, I felt the rough spackle scrape my back. It tore at my top, attempting to rip the thin fabric. I kept going, until I was directly opposite the window. With a few flicks of my fingers, I had opened the catch from the inside. (Thrillseeking teaches you the most useful things, even if it puts you in detention a lot.)

As the window swung open, I jumped up, making sure to kick my feet against the wall, so I was half-in the window. One more kick, and I flipped myself in over the iron ledge.

I landed on the bare wooden floorboards, rattling the black pots and pans hanging on the walls. This was clearly the kitchen, with the iron stove and smoke-stained walls. I staggered to my feet, as TG appeared behind me.

"Take it you prefer breaking in?" He said, as I brushed dust off of myself.

"Not particularly, but I don't have any euros, and this place doesn't accept dollars." I whispered in reply, creeping across the aged kitchen.

"Fair enough, and you're going the wrong way." He said, as I put a hand on the wrought-iron latch for the door.

"What do you mean?"

TG beckoned me over to the blackened fireplace, where he crouched. I sank onto the balls of my feet and looked where he looked. The back of the fireplace.

"What about it?" I asked, looking at the blackened tiles behind where the main fire would have been.

"See how some tiles are lighter than others? It looks like a checkerboard, doesn't it? If you look on your left, you'll see two short ,iron rods fixed to the wall. Wanna bet they're hinges, and that this is a hidden door?" He explained.

"I doubt that."

"Push on the tiles to your right, and watch."

Obediently, I put my hands on the filthy tiles, and pushed hard. My shoes slipped a bit, but I dug them in. I pushed harder, eventually twisting my shoulder into the tiles, getting a good amount of charcoal in my face in the process. It's harsh, burnt smell scratching the back of my throat, as the wall moved under my weight.

I jumped back in surprise, noticing the obvious gap between the solid wall, and the stone door. He was right; this was a door.

Ramming my heels into the floor, I pushed even harder. I didn't care about the strong smell of charcoal, or the intense pain in my shoulder. I pushed hard at the stone door, listening to it scraping against the terracotta floor, before there was a gap big enough for me to fit through.

"Go for it, I'm right behind you." TG said, as I swung my legs through the gap. My body and shoulders followed soon after, and then I was in.

Behind the filthy fireplace, was a long, wide set of steps, leading down. Steel walls held the steps in, and checkerboard tiles decorated the steps leading down. This was it; I was in.

"Part one is over, but you've still got to find out how I was killed, then get out of here."

"Don't you worry. I've got this." I replied, beginning the descent down into the unknown.

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