THIRD-PERSON POV:
Excerpt
[Present Sin Academy]
She opened her brown eyes, heard a whispering noise outside. Fear began growing inside her mind and out of the blue take her steps outside where thick fogs accompanied by darkness. Despite awful darkness, she passed through an old rusty Gothic designed gate and saw a well. Heard a soft pitch voice murmuring help.
"It can't be ..." (signed)
She spoke with fear (heart beating rapidly, taking three more steps closer to that well). Dark blood blew by the sound of cold wind, rotten hands, and body on that place. Sudden wind pushed her, there she is drowned by dry blood suffocated by the presence of dead people, no escape, terrified!
DASHA POV:
Some people fear death or losing someone which I agree, but dying without knowing life's mystery, being unknown, having no one to lose, no belongings, or dying for nothing are some most fearful reasons for me. I'm Dasha Bullock 21, my family are me, myself, and Leo. I have been in offered for a job to research and observe Sin Academy or so-called Devil's mansion. Furthermore, I heard lots of stories and myths about that place like plenty of death happened there since 8th century until now, kind a scary that excites me, but why not accept the 15k dollar per day job, it could be a win-win for me.
[Arriving at Sin Academy's front gate]
"Don't follow the noise, child, or you'll end up six feet under." I got scared for a while.
I never forgot what the driver told me, he didn't even go inside to help me and hurriedly drive away.
There's just three of us at the mansion, me, another foreign blonde girl, and Miss Suzy Cejas who preferred to be called Madam Suzy.
[11:11 1st room downstairs]
I have awakened hearing some footsteps and voices outside the window 9cockroach starts to crawl inside). It's creeping me out, not a good time for a prank. I take my steps outside, following fog's direction and where the wind will take me. Can't barely see the moon, then I passed through an old gate where I saw one well. There were these voices pleading for me to help them. I take three steps near, holding my chest.
"It can't be," fear exploding in my mind, my knee trembling [heart pounding so fast] I want to run away, but I can't barely move and fell on that well shouting for help. Dry blood all over me with dead people whispered.
I realized that I'm in between being dead or alive, what can I do to escape? I must hold on until someone will notice my voice.
That was the night that changed my life. I never knew what happen, and it might sound crazy, I think I will die because I see those memories recapping in my head which naturally come when someone is going to die.
"Help!" None could hear me, not even the moon, nor the wind outside. (collapsed while tears shed in both eyes).