Ted

Ted
By Konstantine Xinos

 I wake up in a room made of stone. There is a rancid lingering smell of something dead. I throw up next to me. I feel very dizzy. There is a chain next attached to my ankle which is on a pole. However, my biggest concern is not regarding where I am, it's about how I got here. Do I owe someone money? I don't think so. I'm not the gambling type. Is there possible a ransom on me? Well, I'm not the wealthiest person in the world, so I don't see why anyone would want money from me. I'm probably just dreaming. Yeah, that's it! I pinch my neck. Still in the room. I slap my face. Still in the room. I pass out from shock.

                         I awake several hours later in a daze. Or at least I think I do. I have no idea what time it is. Hell, I don't even know the date! I glance around the room. There is a single light on the roof, flickering on and off. Behind that is a large, twelve-foot medieval door. I need to find a way to get there, but how? I look next to me. The pungent smell was a corpse. I vomit again in disgust. Once I regain sanity, I see that there is a gun in his hand. I take the gun. There are only two bullets in the chamber, so I have to use the gun wisely. I then come to a startling realization: since the gun was in his hand, that means that he committed suicide. I have seen way too much to carry on with life. I put the gun under my chin. I can't do it though. I'm too scared. Also, there is a way out of here, I know it. I point the gun at the lock and it breaks. I am free. I have to be careful now. I have one more bullet, so the lock on the door simply needs to come off. I walk up to the door and take a deep breath. I shoot it right off. I was now to carry on my own, in an unknown place, scared out of my mind.

I now walk into a corridor. It's much brighter than the room, as there are torches for every 5 feet. It almost looks like an abandoned mine shaft except with no rails on the ground. I can even see what I am wearing. I must have been kidnapped at work because I am wearing my white collared shirt tucked into my black pants. Well, the shirt was white before the blood was on it. Suddenly I see a sign of life. It is a man in a suit with his hands clasped behind his back. I hold up the gun, knowing that it is empty.

"Relax," the man said with a smile. "I don't know you, but I may be able to help you."

"Who are you?" I ask skeptically

"My name is Ted. I am the man that owns that gun you are pointing at me," Ted says

I lower the gun as my jaw drops.

"So you're dead?" I ask.

"That is correct," Ted says with a grin.

"Ok, I'm listening. How can you help me," I ask politely.

"Well, I cannot tell you who owns this place, because frankly, I don't even know. But what I do know is that this is the beginning of you’re troubles. You see, this is the lowest level. There are two more floors each with dangers. I cannot tell you what they are, unfortunately."

"Sounds harder than the way you put it," I say.

"That's because it is," laughs Ted.

Ted points to a rusty metal ladder.

"Go," he says.

"Thank you so much. You saved my life," I say

Before I can say any more, Ted vanishes before my eyes. I climb up the ladder. My nightmare has begun.

                       I reach the second level of the chamber. There is a pool of a greenish-brown liquid before me. There is a door on the other side, so that is promising. Next to me is a pile of about ten dead bodies. I thought I would never have to see another dead body in my life. I must get across this pool, but how? I find a piece of scrap metal on the ground and throw it in the water. It disintegrates before my eyes. I glace to my left. What if I use that pile of dead bodies to make a bridge to the other side? Genius! I drag the heavy dead bodies to the pool. I know this isn't morally correct, but I have to disregard morals for the time being. I will also have to act fast before the bodies disintegrate. I will probably accel at this because I was a tennis player thought high school and collage, so hopefully it all pays off now. Also, my balance should be intact. I put the first body on the pool. Then, the second. I stumble a few times, but other than that, I'm keeping calm. The only hard part is the metal aspect. I am placing dead human beings. I go back and forth placing bodies on top of the water. After placing 7 bodies, I finally make it to the end. I take a moment of silence for all of those people that died. I continue through the huge door, similar to the first one. I am a third done my journey.

                  I approach the next phase. There are four vicious pit bulls attached to chains. I notice that there is a gun on the roof. Suddenly the dogs are unleashed and running toward me. It was almost as if someone triggered it. I need to find a way to get to the roof. I dodge many dogs and try to distract them. I cannot climb up to get it, as the gun is in the centre of the roof and is made of stone. I am on the move, dodging the dogs. One of the dogs bites off a chunk of my arm. I howl in pain. I take off my shirt and tie it around my arm to stop the bleeding. I try jumping directly under the gun, but I fall a few inches short. I need some sort of a boost. One of the dogs bolts toward me like a rocket. Instinctively, I jump over it. Little did I know, I knocked down the gun in my jump! I pounce on the gun. I check how many bullets are inside of it. Two. I have enough bullets to shoot one dog and the lock off of the door to the mansion. A dog starts running at me, so I shoot it in the head. I turn around and dive for the door, shooting in mid-air like James Bond. The lock comes straight off. I book it to the door and shut it behind me immediately.

                 Turning around is the most awe-inspiring experience of my life. I am in a beautiful house, with a door in front of me. There is a window next to the door, shining bright sunlight inside of the house. I hear a slow clapping sound. To my surprise, Ted appears out of thin air!

"Congratulations, you've survived my test," Ted says with a scary smirk.

"You're test?" I question with complete shock and confusion.

"Yes," says Ted. "You were supposed to die in those tests. You were the first person to ever complete it alive." Ted steps to the side and points to the door.

"What, so you just expect me to leave? Also, you said that the mansion part was the hardest," I say with extreme anger and hatred.

"I never had anyone finish my tests," explains Ted.

"Tell me why you put me through this," I demand.

"Ok. I was murdered 30 years ago in my very home. To seek revenge I took this ghost form and built my traps. I took extreme pleasure in seeing him suffer, so I kidnapped more people to fulfil my needs of having fun."

"You're sick," I say as I spit toward his feet.

"Well, aren't we all?" Asks Ted with a smile.

"So you expect me to just leave and forgive and forget?" I sarcastically laugh.

"Basically. You see, records show that I have died 20 years ago. No one will believe you I'm afraid," Ted laughs.

I shake my head and spit at the ghost. It goes through him and lands on the other side. He blurts out an evil laugh. When I walk outside, I recognize exactly where I am. I am in my hometown of Santa Ana, California. I take a glance at the home that kept me hostage for such a long time. I recognize it. In fact, this is the street I take to work every single day! I pass this house every day! I make a vow never to return to this street for the rest of my life. I take one last turn at the house. To my surprise, it's not there anymore. It disappeared into thin air. Now I know I'll never have to relive the horrors I've been put through in that house.

Physical or Sedimentary?

Sedimentary or Physical Paragraph

Am I sedimentary or physical? Couch-potato or athletic? I cannot say what I am in a short answer because my lifestyle has shifted drastically years. Growing up, I was extremely physical. From approximately grades 2-6, I was involved in all kinds of sports. I've played baseball, soccer, tennis, karate, hockey basketball, you name it. Hockey was a sport that really stood out for me, though. Hockey gave me the opportunity to meet new people and be active. I was quite successful, too. I was playing triple-A hockey as an assistant captain. I guess it could be said I was physical at this point in my life.

  In grade 6, however,  I lost my love for all of sports except for baseball. This was simply because I was lazy and baseball didn't involve a lot of running. Quitting all of those sports was a decision I regret to this very day. When in grade 7, I quit the sport I loved, baseball. This was because I was lazy and didn't like being active even though baseball wasn't a very demanding sport. I would carry on to spend the next few years of my life very lazy and sedimentary.

 In grade 9, however, I reached a point where I noticed was wasting my time playing video games and whatnot when I could have been doing productive work. This was when I picked up tennis for the second time. I found this hobby was a way to keep in shape and have fun. I was back on track to being a physical person.

In the summer of 2011, I took up running. I used this as a way to increase my athletic performance and shed some weight. Surprisingly, I learned to enjoy running as a hobby! Running let me be alone and gave me time to think. Recently, I started weight lifting. This allows me to release a lot of stress I get from school, not to mention better my athletic preformance. I want to live a healthier lifestyle and feel better all round.

So what is the answer, am I physical or sedimentary person? Well, based on what I've just presented, I would say that I am a physical person. I was physical for most of my life, but sedimentary for a short person. In conclusion, I consider myself a physical person with shades of sedimentary earlier in my life. I lived most of my life physical, but I have had some sedimentary moments in my life which can't be taken away.