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The Ring "Maurice get up to the attic its, such a mess up there, and you promised to tidy it in the holidays" shouted Mary from the bottom of the stairs, "Ok Mum, I'll do it sometime in the future!" replied Maurice sarcastically from deep within his room. "I'll do it mum," I replied from the kitchen, "I've always wondered what hidden treasures where kept up their." "That's very kind of you mind the steps on your way up and be careful not to bang your head," I had always wanted to go up into the attic ever since I was younger and imagined that there where all kinds of evil monsters lurking in the dark shaded corners with their fowl breath and unbearable odours. Now I wanted more than ever to go and investigated what lingered like a damp cloth in the shady, cold dark corners of the roof top. I approached the ladder that had been placed there earlier by my mother. I lifted my foot on to the first rung; there was a loud creak from above. I retreated immediately. I stood frozen to the spot waiting for another creak to come from above, but to my relieve none came. I decided that if I was ever going to see the treasures of the attic I would have to stand the odd eerie sound form the old floorboards above. I pulled my self together and told my self that I could keep one thing that I found in the loft this morning. This gave me enough incentive to conqueror my fear and climb the creaking ladder into the darkness of the attic above. When I reached the top of the ladder I fumbled for the light switch and suddenly the darkness was pooled in light. I stood there blinded for a moment while my eyes adjusted to the new brightness of the once pitch black eerie space, now there was nothing eerie about the once dark corners were monsters had their lair, slowly the cloud of dust started to clear and I was able to see what lay within. ...read more.


It was ruined. Elizabeth got out of the carriage and muttered her apologises she rushed me into her carriage and ordered her driver to rush us back to her house where she would lend me one of her dresses. I was over come with her kindness and annoyance of getting my most amazing and beautiful dress totally ruined. The dress she found for me to wear was elaborately decorated in bright coloured threads and looked absolutely phenomenal when I put it on, the colours were just gorgeous. I thanked Elizabeth greatly for her kindness and we hurried off to the ball. We arrived in good time having only missed the first dance. I was introduced to several important gentleman and their mistresses and soon found my self dancing with people I had never even met. I marvelled at the amazing dresses of the mistresses and the well presented gentleman in their suits. I met several young men who wanted to dance with me and I very much obliged. I danced for much of the evening and only stopped when my partner Eric, a boy of about the same age as my self twisted his ankle and had to retire to a seat. We talked for much of the rest of the evening as I felt ashamed to leave him on his own unable to move to interact with other guests. I learnt that he had recently got a job in town at the jewellery shop. I woke up suddenly but there was nobody in the room. I caught site of a picture in Mary's living room and went over to it I recognised the man at once it was Eric and Mary herself sitting happily together on a beach somewhere in the Mediterranean. I soon fell asleep again. This time I dreamt that I was standing at the same iron gates at the bottom of our drive they were however now starting to show their age a little and the paint was chipped. ...read more.


It's just impossible. You must be my beloved Mary and I your Eric." Eric said this and then began to cry. "OH, my Good Gracious, you must be my ERIC who I have been mourning for years and now you stand here in front of me as real as ever." replied Mary. They embraced and turned to talk to me. "I am sorry that I had to bring this information to your knowledge but after my dream I had this afternoon I could not stop thinking about it. I was desperate, I didn't know how you were going to take the news I had just dropped on you, I'm so sorry" I spluttered, crying, "Don't worry Mary, If this is indeed my husband then I too have news for you, that is that Eric is your Granddad, I am not angry at you for following your instinct as that is what you have always done, but I am angry that you didn't talk to me about it first," "I'm sorry, but I didn't think you would believe me if I didn't have proof, getting you both here together was the only way of getting that proof." "Don't worry about it I am very grateful for you to finding my Eric for me I have always missed him and now I have another chance to be with him, as I have never stopped loving him. I am sure that your mother would be pleased to meat her father for the first time as well. She has often asked about him but I have never brought my self to tell her the truth about his mysterious disappearance. We will all be forever in your debt." "There is one thing I'm never going to do again and that's go into that attic again as I don't no what other mysteries I will solve unexpectedly and they might not turn out to be as nice as this one." ?? ?? ?? ?? By Kathleen Gray ...read more.

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