Welcome To The Nightmare by S.K Nuanes (classic books for 10 year olds TXT) 📕

/> “Think so.” Robert said, looking around at everyone who was retreating to his or her cars.
“We should leave or deal with the po-po.” Robert said, heading over to the car, I followed him and got the keys out, and unlocked the door then got inside.
Once we got away from the house, I looked over at Robert then back at the road then said, “Where did you take off too?”
“I found a pool table.” Robert said, pulling out some extra cash he earned.
“While you were busy doing that, I made a few new ‘friends’.” I said rolling my eyes.
“Did you play nice?” Robert asked, laughing.
I rolled my eyes then said low, “They aren’t working for Satan. They were trying to kill me, and keep me dead. Which I wouldn’t mind, but I won’t die by the likes of them.”
“You know you and suicidal thinking is more confusing then it should be.” Robert said, giving me a look as if I was a girl having mood swings.
“I hate living, but I refuse to die by lowlifes.” I said, exhaling as we took a back route to the manor.
“So, you want to die. But you don’t want to die by lowlifes? Then how do you want to die?” Robert said, confused with a laugh.
“I don’t know.” I said, rolling my eyes as we pulled up to the manor. Then drove the car into the garage, Robert then said, “So mind if I land on the guest bedroom?”
“Sure, whatever.” I said, taking the keys out then getting out of the car then closing the door.
I had to find that tomb with the hearts, could easily destroy thousands of demons in a second.
It said to only be a legend, but that's what my mother told me about demons.
It’s most likely far away from the town.


The next day came, and there was a different feeling from the town.
Maybe cause of the tragic fire from last night, there were seven deaths and five hospitalizes.
Although some people say they deserved it, for going to a party.
The victims were clean though; according to the news all the death victims were excellent students, and great citizens.
There was going to be a small memorial service in the park.
Since one of the victims was very close to the mayor.
“I guess not everyone got out.” Robert said, walking into the living room.
I sighed and watched the videos, people sent in of the intense smoke rise up in the night sky. Some caught the tip of the flames.
There was a sound of an engine approaching; no one has ever takes this road. That’s why I bought this house. Since no one even comes on this road, the road isn’t even on the map.
I turned off the TV then stood up, and looked around, “Why is someone coming?”
“You do know you only own the house and couple yards behind it.” Robert said, raising an eyebrow.
“I know, but this road. No one knows about it.” I said, looking out the window.
“Expect for people trying to kill you.” Robert said, with a small chuckle.
There was a white sports car pulled up. I narrowed my eyes as it stopped in front of the house.
I couldn’t pick up any scents or any details of who was in the car.
“Maybe they are lost, and are asking for directions?” Robert asked, sitting down on and turning the TV on.
A car like that, has GPS, its impossible to find this road, they would have turned around. So it was obvious why they were here.
No one got out the car; they were probably talking to everyone in the car. Coming up with a plan most likely.
I let out a growl, but it seemed more like a sigh.
“I will be back…” I said, low then walking outside.
I closed the door behind me, then crossed my arm and leaned against the wall.
A door opened there was a man about forty-five, brown hair, he had on a white tux on, black shoes, he had a slight arch back, he walked like a old man would, he had on sunglasses on.
He was human, so it would be possible for him to be with the D.H.S.
“Hello sir, me and my family are lost. We have no GPS, and our cell phones don’t work out here, could you give us directions or let me use your landline?” The man asked.
I looked at his car; he had two fourteen year olds in the car, one in the front seat, and the other one in the back seat.
If I let him inside, and if he is really with the D.H.S, things may get ugly.
He has possible back up in the car; I sighed then said, “So are you heading to town? Or where are you going.”
“Yes, we are heading into River Sight.” The man said, nodding.
I tried to think what to say, it wasn’t hard to get here from there.
“So from here, you take this road, down the mountain, then you turn onto the main road which is Washington. That will take you into town.” I said, acting polite.
It bugged me, how did they find this road, its almost impossible to find it.
They had to be looking for it, so these are clearly not just lost visitors.
“Great, I am sorry that I disturbed you.” The man said, walking away.
“Everyone is.” I said, rolling my eyes.
Then the man turned around and a small Oltiz stake was hidden in his jacket and he tossed it at me, I ducked and looked at it, “Let me guess, Demon Hunter Society?”
“Smart demon.” The man said, with a laugh.
I exhaled and shouted, “Robert, get out here now.”
Robert rushed out of the house and saw what just happened, and caught onto what was going on.
“What are you doing here?” Robert asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Ayperos Hellure has been charged with the murder of Katherine Sapphire Gray.” The guy said, I mouthed my words as the man spoke them.
“Are you mocking me?” The man asked, looking at me.
“Yes.” I said, with a slight smirk.
“Don’t anger your elders.” Robert said, looking at me with a laugh.
“In theory, I am his elder.” I said, looking back at the man.
“So then you don’t deny, what you did?” The man asked, pulling out a gun.
It was a white shotgun; it was one of the weapons Demon Hunters use.
“I didn’t mean too…I---.” I started, sighing.
“Oh you ‘loved’ her’. Everyone knows that is a lie.” The man said, aiming the gun at me.
“Says the Hunters who were born yesterday.” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“We have our history books, and everyone from then until the end of time. Will know your true intentions.” The man said, low.
“History books are loaded, with a bunch of crap.” I said, sighing and thinking of all the lies some history books had.
Leaving out important details, historians trying to cover up blood with dirt.
Dirt doesn’t always hide every drop of blood.
“Right, cause you were there.” The man said, annoyed.
“Listen, I loved Katherine she meant everything to me. I would die for her any day.” I said, growling.
“So you kill her? Your logic makes no sense.” The man said, annoyed.
It was obvious both of us, were getting sick of each other.
“Robert, take care of the passengers.” I whispered low.
The man charged at me, I ran into him football player style.
Knocking the wind out of him, he then tried to fire his gun. I grabbed the gun and broke it over my knee.
I snarled low then snapped the man’s neck.
He fell dead to the ground, I sighed then pushed my hair back; as Robert finished his task and came over to me.
“You could of handled this a little different.” Robert said, sighing.
“I know, this is getting annoying demons and demon hunters. Always making my day colorful.” I said, exhaling and rolling my eyes.
“At least it keeps you active.” Robert said, throwing the bodies into the car.
He walked towards and car, and got inside then said, “I will take care of this, don’t beat yourself over this. Maybe we can work something out with the Demon Hunters.” He drove off with the dead bodies in the car, off to make up some story.
Working something out with the D.H.S was out of the question. They wanted me dead.


When you are asleep, you disappear from Earth for a while sometimes its great. Other times its not…
It's a way of our mind breathing, since reality is painful, we all need a break every once a while.
“Brent?” A voice asked.
I mumbled, “Katherine?”
I inhaled everything around, me trying to see if she was here.
Before I would open my eyes to the dark truth, of life.
When you are transferring worlds, dream world and reality, you are unclear of everything around you.
Crossing that line, your brain is the last body part to renter the world of reality.
You wonder who’s side your brain is on it creates desires and fears.
Some say your heart creates its wants; your heart wouldn’t be beating if the brain weren’t giving it commands.
The desires rest in the heart, fears rest in the brain.
It's dangerous if you only trust and listen to your heart, it may be the reason why, so many people kill themselves.
Since they only listen to their heart, their own brain takes advantage of the host. opened my eyes, and looked around there was Robert.
I let out a heavy exhale and fell back onto the bed.
“Sorry to disappoint you, the D.H.S are asking you to come and have a court with you.” Robert said, sighing and walking to the door.
“Let me guess, they need me to wear a monkey suit?” I said, groaning wishing I was still sleeping.
“Someone is here to help you.” Robert said, leaning on the wall next to the door.
I sat up and looked, there was Annabeth.
She had short black hair, red highlights, she looked a size 2, she had on a red blouse, ripped jeans, a heart necklace and she was the same girl from 1869.
I noticed I was sleeping in my underwear; I wasn’t planning on having anyone in my bedroom.
“I’ll leave Annabeth to do her work.” Robert said, chuckling then leaving.
Robert closed the door; I looked at Annabeth who was feeling a bit awkward.
“I’ll get some pants.” I said, getting out of bed.
Annabeth then looked at me then said, “Well, do you have a suit?”
“Do I look like I own a suit?” I said, looking at Annabeth who was already violating my closet.
“Well, we have to take you suit shopping.” Annabeth said, closing my closet.
“In my underwear?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as Annabeth started to leave.
“Sure, why not just remove your underwear.” Annabeth said, laughing.
I had a slight laugh, and acted like I was going to take them off.
“God no, no one wants to see that.” Annabeth said, covering her eyes.
I had a slight laugh; I walked to my closet, and grabbed some light blue jeans, and a black button-up shirt.
The court was going to be at seven, it was only ten in the morning.
I might just rent a suit; although I am sure Annabeth will convince me to buy one.


The store smelled of cologne, they were playing some radio station, where they try and not overplay songs.
We were