13, An Unlucky Number (FULL LENGTH!!!)

My book 13, An Unlucky Number is quite a long novel about a case worker named Angela. Her life is scarred by the need for revenge of a man named Steelo and his accomplice Skull. Together they try to settle a century old score, striking at Angela in any way they can. Victims piling up, Angela tries to run but whether Steelo and Skull succeed or fail at their path of destruction, 13 will turn out to be Angela's unlucky number.

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6. White House In The Woods

Jamie waiting patiently, but slightly nervously, outside, Angela grabbed her coat, satchel bag with the profiles inside and mobile phone from the house, half expecting not to return. She then shut and locked the door behind her using Jamie's key and walked over to the boy, taking his hand in hers. This was not only to help Jamie calm down but also because she felt just as scared as he did, though she tried her best to hide it. If Jamie realizes how nervous i am, Angela said to herself, then he will have more reason to be scared. Also I'm meant to be the adult here. Together they edged towards the forest, not sure what to expect when they reach their destination. 

A little way into the forest, Angela realized just how similar trees look when your surrounded by them. How they were going to find their way back, she didn't know. Jamie's hand grasped Angela's tighter, as if searching for comfort or guidance. After a few minutes, the pair came to a clearing. In the middle was what looked like a completely abandoned white house. Angela looked down at Jamie, who's hand clutched hers even tighter now. Step by step they got closer and after a few minutes of gathering their courage, both set foot inside the house. The first thing Angela noticed - It was dark. It was actually so dark it could have been midnight and there would be no difference. The second thing Angela noticed - It was dusty. Both of them nearly choking to death, Angela and Jamie searched the house for the stranger until an figure came out from the darkness behind them. "Looking for something?" the stranger asked, stepping out from the shadows. Angela could see the man had a scar across his left eye, but thankfully it actually was a scar. Luckily for Angela, she had managed to forget about the two creepy men from her kitchen, that is until now. 

"Come with me," the man spoke, the same croaky voice from the phone conversation, "They're down here." Leading them down into the basement, the man turned on a cobwebbed light bulb that flickered on and off and then showed Angela and Jamie to a corner. "Here they are, just like i said," the man rasped in his cough-like tone, "You might want to stay back kid." But before he could hear the warning, Jamie stepped toward the corner, saw the four dead bodies and nearly screamed. Luckily Angela covered his mouth with her hand, turned to face him away from the corner, removed her hands, hugged him and calmed him down. Four dead bodies were heaped in the corner, though not all of them whole. Blood covered them, splattered on their clothes and faces. Most of them were way more elaborately 'taken care of' than the victims on her profiles. In blood there was writing written on the wall behind, 'Beware, when your number is chosen, it's chosen forever'. Horrified at the sight, and still with Jamie wrapped in her arms, Angela realized this was a lot more than she bargained for. She especially hated seeing Jamie like he was.

Jamie still clinging onto her after the house incident, Angela sat down as police and detectives gathered to inspect the scene. Bright yellow 'crime scene' tape stretched the diameter of the house and police cars lined up along the edge of the forest. Clasping on Angela's coat, Jamie had his eyes shut for about an hour now, as if he wanted desperately for it to be a dream, though in theory it would be a nightmare. Huddled together they sat for hours, Angela desperately trying to look after Jamie as best as she could. Naturally, she was not very experienced, even though technically she was a mother. 

It was half six by the time Angela and Henry left the police station. They had been questioned about everything, and Angela had told them all they needed to know and more. Afterwards, Angela knew she couldn't take Jamie back to the house. From across the street, on the edge of the forest, she could see the door was broken off it's hinges and all the windows were shattered. But where could they go now? Wait, Angela had a sudden thought, Celene! Whilst Jamie waited in a police escort car, Angela decided to go back into the house. Everything was trashed. On the kitchen floor the two striped mugs were in pieces and all the drawers were out, cutlery sprayed everywhere. Food from the fridge also littered the floor. But then peering out of the kitchen and into the lounge, Angela found Celene. 

Stopping herself from screaming or crying and breathing only in brief fits, Angela looked at the cat. Celene was tied up by her tail to the roof, hanging like some sort of decorative artwork. This, however, was some very sick artwork. Blood dripped down from Celene's body onto the floor leaving a pool of blood below. The cat had been sliced down the stomach, probably with a knife. It was a  horrible sight and after looking at Celene for a few minutes, Angela closed her eyes. Tears then streamed down her face like rivers. She had just lost the only thing reminding her of home.. and her partner.

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