My Sister Fell Through The Ceiling Novels & Stories

My mind reeled in shock. Finally gaining motor movement in my legs, I headed back up the stairs, my empty stomach totally forgotten in my haste. I hit the doorway to the master bedroom just in time to watch my sister drop her panties onto the pile of clothing at the foot of the bed. "Oh my god," I whispered as she slowly crawled onto the bed.

As I stepped carefully between stacks of boxes, my foot caught on something—a nail protruding from one of the old floorboards, or perhaps an overlooked piece of packing material. Whatever the cause, the result was immediate and disastrous. I lost my balance, the box of decorations flying from my hands as I attempted to regain my footing. For a heart-stopping moment, I teetered at the edge of the attic opening, desperately trying to avoid the fifteen-foot drop to the hallway floor below. My efforts to stabilize myself made things worse—my momentum carrying me forward even as I tried to step back. With a cry of surprise and fear, I fell through the attic opening, missing the ladder entirely.

She is my younger sister. She walked out of my room forth and back each time with a jar of water in her hand. I couldn't bear my body being drenched again as I tried to stand on my feet I fell down on the floored ground. My heavy body being stuck on the floor. The racing of my heart ringing in my ear, I suddenly felt her heavy feet finding their ways at my back. Each time I tried to not to moan she always pressed her foot against me with such a great pressure.

She shrieked and jumped back. "Quiet!" I hissed. But I didn't stop chasing. Betsy scampered up the stairs and I scrambled after her. When we got to the top, I lunged and got told of her ankle. My sister tumbled to the ground, and I fell with her, my elbows and knees scraping on the carpet like it was made of little knives. Both of us paused mid-chase. We looked back at my parents' bedroom, our eyes wide with worry. The light under the door stayed dark. The hallway remained quiet.

There was nothing else in the room but a closet. I opened it to find it empty. Frowning, I looked around, inspecting the room. There was a trap door in the ceiling. I wasn't sure if it was a trap door or if it was an attic, but I was about to find out. I climbed up onto the bed and reached up for the latch. It was stuck so I used all of my weight to pull on it and it fell open with a creak. "Ahh!" I screamed as bodies dropped down onto me, I fell off the bed landing hard on my back with the bodies weighing me down.

The Hunter was just an inch away from us when my legs finally moved and I was tramping up the stairs as fast as a bolt of lightning. I thrashed myself to the wall, Nelma fell over to the bed and my head spun from the overwhelming power that seared through my being. When the haze in my head cleared Nelma was already by my side. The ruckus from the floor below could only be described as disastrous and I hugged my sister to my chest. Nelma would whimper every-time a loud crack shook our house to the stead.

I didn't respond as I was too focused on getting rid of the two witches. "Baby, we have to to!", Mykel said as he grabbed my hand. I wanted to see them dead and I got my satisfaction when a piece of the ceiling fell right on samara's sister. "SISTER!",she shouted falling to her knees to aid her. I turned and looked at Mykel. He didn't waste anytime lifting me into his arms and saving me from being crushed. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn't keep them open. So I didn't, I let the darkness consumed me.

I didn't care where I was and screamed,crying for my parents for the first time. Eva had apparently heard my scream and rushed to me, hopping in her crutches. But I didn't notice it. I was too deep in my sorrow that I didn't notice my sister rushing down the stairs, which she had never even tried walking on. I didn't notice anything until she suddenly twisted her ankle and tumbled down the stairs, landing on her back.

She manage to let out, they were approaching the stairs and she didn't want to lose her balance, she tried to push her sister off but it wasn't working. "Natalie, let go of me," She said again, this time more like a plead but her sister wasn't even listening. "You were asking for it, now you wanna stop? No," Natalie barked out as she released her, slapped her face, she tried to steady herself but it didn't work, she missed a step and stumbled down the staircase, she could hear her sister scream as she fell on her stomach at the foot of the bed. "Oh God, my baby,"

She sat up with irritation. "What the hell? Why can't I sleep? Damn it. It must be the room. No problem, I will change the room to Noah’s after marriage. I will go get some water." she thought. As she stepped out of her room, the entire Ashford mansion is pitch black. "Where are the lights?" she wondered. She tried to navigate her way downstairs, but slipped a step and tumbled down the stairs. "Ahh.." she screamed with fright and thrashed to try and stop the fall.