The house was
creepy when it was empty. Like, really creepy. My feet
where almost blue with the cold, the icy draught that flew in
from the windows. Where was everyone? I mean, it's a
school. You know, chatting teenagers, hustle and bustle,
shoving in the corridors, that sort of thing. The very walls
themselves seemed to be calling out for company, the smallest
amount of human presence. I tiptoed as quietly as I could along
the wooden floored corridor, the eyes of the portraits all along
the walls scowling at me, daring me to make a sound in their
stole over me and my teeth chattered, the ancient floorboards
growled at me for stepping on them and I stopped. No, it was just
my imagination. It had to be.
already frozen blood seemed to go even colder when I saw what was
on the wall. Being written as if by an invisible hand. I froze;
eyes as wide as dinner plates. Now, the house was powerless
against the unknown forces that were possessing it. And that
wasn't the worst part. The writing on the wall...was in
me! The wall spoke, in a rushed
and weary voice, Help me... I need you...
me? I asked the disembodied voice?? Why? Where was everyone?
Where did you take them?? Let me go....Let me go! The voice was
pulling me in, Help me....Help me Grace....
Somehow, my icy
feet became unstuck from the wooden floor and I ran. I ran faster
than I ever had in my entire life, across the hallway, down the
winding staircase and out of the huge oaken front door. The voice
was still in my head though, it was inside me, controlling
me..... The woods I ran into were pitch black and the denser
darkness of the trees loomed above me, mocking me, laughing at
me, poking their neighbours and giggling behind their leaves.
What do you want?? I screamed inside my head. I knew they
could hear it.
help... was the throaty, whispered
answer, Help me find it....It's hidden....Help! The last
word suddenly roared in my ears, the very forest itself was
screaming at me, the words rushing around like the sea in my
head, the waves of nausea cascading all around me and I was
I awoke to the
sound of a crow, a harsh, bitter sound that broke the precious
morning air like a knife. The trees greeted my break from slumber
with a whooshing sound that felt refreshing to my ears. It
was only after the events of the night before came tumbling back
to me and the rustling in the trees got louder that the whooshing
became a whisper....