If this is the first chapter, then it's fine that people don't know everything about the world.
...Unless you plan on continuing the piece, you really need to explain everything. Names! Who is this guy? What's he here for? What does he do?
Anyway, that was posted in original context. I've made it so this piece is proper.
I WAS 12 WHEN I WROTE THIS. DON'T FLAME IF YOU THINK IT'S STUPID.
Chapter 2: The Restless Night
Considering what my current establishment was like, Chila’s house was beauty incarnate. Chila nodded and smiled as my mouth was wide open looking at the highly furnished walls, floors and rooms.
“I knew you would do that,” Chila laughed. I closed my mouth and looked at her.
“Well, first of all, have you got anything more… suitable to wear? I mean, come on now, brown hood, brown cape, brown shirt, brown trousers, brown shoes. You look like a walking tree without any leaves.” I thought she understood. I guess not.
“This is what I wear ALL the time. Demons won’t…” I was interrupted by her.
“Yeah yeah, you’ve said that a million times. But I DO know my stuff. You see, the walls, floors and ceilings are made from Mahogany...” That surprised me. Normally that knowledge is held only by Silencers, but I was guessing I told her it some time ago. “…And as you should know Mahogany is a wood which is disliked by most otherworldly creatures. Why, I have no idea…” I had no idea too. No-one knows why Creatures dislike Mahogany. But mind you, we should just be happy it works. “…and just in case Mahogany fails most of the house’s foundations and furnishings have been sprinkled with both dust from a Vampire and fined Werewolf teeth…” another thing I forgot that I told her. Vampires and Werewolves scare away most things. Just the scent of one would make a Creature flee. “…So this house is safe. Now, back to the question, anything more suitable to wear?” I smiled.
“Well, you know your stuff. I suppose I do have my ‘casual’ clothes for any undercover cases. Burgundy Linen Shirt, Light Brown Linen Trousers and Gold Trimmed Shoes.” I showed them to her.
“They’ll do. Go up and get changed. Dinner will be ready in a half hour.”
She showed me to my room, and I started to change when she left. I looked into the mirror, to get the buttons on my top just right. But strangely, something caught my eye and refused to leave. As I looked into the mirror, I could see –something- sticking out from under my bed. I knelt down, and felt around. The space was big enough for my hand to go through, but not me. Eventually, I felt something hard. Was it the leg of the bed? No, it was a bit further on than that. I pulled on it, and once I got it out from underneath I found it was a book. It was of a strange design, the front cover that of a pentacle. As I skimmed through the pages, it appeared to be that of a grimoire; a book of magic. Merely reading a paragraph made horrible voices go through my head.
“Please… Help…” “It never should have happened… Set me free…” I knew to shut the book. Merely reading any more words could cause enough trouble to mentally destroy a person. I sneaked the book into my bag. It would be best there is no such book in Chila’s household. With that done, I headed downstairs for dinner.
“I presume you found your room adequate,” said Chila.
“Yes, rather…” I didn’t want to mention the book, or at least yet anyway.
“I must say, CS, you really should dress yourself like that more often. You’d have the girls all over you.” She said, laughing a little bit. The butler walked up.
“Dinner, is served.” He said, without opening his eyes. Chila had to have enough money for life.
Me and Chila sat and ate the roast. Chila didn’t engage in any conversation, and I found the food too good to care. It was the best meal I’d had in ages. After the meal, Chila talked about where she got it from. She said that the wines were grown in the finest vineyards of Asancra, the chicken was cooked, exported and bred to perfection and the spuds… well, they were just normal spuds. But in all honesty, anyone who wasn’t me would have thought of Chila as a bit of a snob.
After the table had been cleared and the dishes washed, I went with Chila to talk a bit more about defence from demons.
“Well, first of all, demons are normally bred in either fire or darkness. They may be bred in other ways, but I haven’t heard of any. Most of the time, you should just throw bucket after bucket after bucket of water at them. Their fire is their most dangerous weapon, and the water saps it and makes it impossible to do so. It is as easy for a demon to make fire when wet as a newborn baby to recite the Greek alphabet backwards. The next thing to take note of is the darkness it is bred under. You see, fire isn’t its only power. Now for a baby demon it is, but I highly doubt a baby demon would try and overthrow a place. If the darkness is sapped, the demon will scream and explode in a black mist.” Chila pondered for a second.
“But CS, if I encounter a demon at night, won’t I be doomed?” She asked. I quickly went upstairs, and grabbed a trinket from my bag. But then it happened again.
“It’s not fair. It’s not fair.” The voices ceased to stop. I went back down, to avoid the voices. I stretched out my hand, and gave the trinket to Chila. It was an illuminating necklace.
“This necklace can either make you the ultimate good or the ultimate evil,” I said. “The gold rim is made from a nicely painted stardust. Stardust is incredibly rare, but can stop absolutely ANYTHING from sensing you. The gem hanging from the centre is triple-glazing glass mixed with fined marble; that combination would be enough to make a cage for the sun. And in a way, that’s what’s in there. When you want it to, it will shine bright. When you don’t, it won’t. This can save you many times. But whatever you do, NEVER let it fall into the hands of evil.” With that, I yawned. The butler decided to show me up to my room. “Well, G’night Chila.” I said, before ascending the stairs.
I have no idea why I decided to sleep in my room.
All night, the voices kept returning over and over. At first, they were mild, capable sayings.
“Ain’t fair that is.”
“Watch last nights footy?”
“Oh yeah still can’t believe that guy had his head chopped off.”
Then they started to get annoying.
“I’m so pretty, so very pretty.”
“Going to wash my hair.”
“But you don’t have any hair.”
“Exactly, so it will take a long time to wash it. Dividing zero results in infinity, so it will take an infinite time to wash it.”
“No you shut up.”
“Please be quiet.”
“I know a song that’ll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that’ll get on your nerves, but I forgot the lyrics.”
And that’s when it finally made me jump.