English short story.

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The calmest day of summer so far, has finally reached the peaceful town of Bikaly, and a drowsy silence swept over the empty streets. A gentle breeze rushed its way between the surroundings, causing the trees to sway lazily from side to side, its leaves parching yellow from the drought that had left only a few days before this beautiful day. The silence though was very soon broken by a long black limo, which drove swiftly up the quite road, causing echoes to shift around the streets that the limo had past.

A young girl, about fifteen years of age gazed excitedly yet impatiently out of the limo’s open window, her beautiful brown hair dashed with the wind, caused by the speed.

“Are we nearly there?” she young girl asked, her voice soft and gentle.

“Nearly there, Miss Cassandra,” the driver beamed, somehow finding her impatiens amusing.

“Just around that corner,” he pointed his stubby finger at the road sign that read Comirwod Street and gave her yet another warm smile.

The limo turned on to Comirwod Street and parked right before a beautiful cream coloured house, which told Cassandra she had finally arrived. Excitedly, she shot out of the car, her backpack in her right hand and yelled out her goodbye to the driver so quickly that her words were unclear, though he didn’t seemed very much bothered by that, and instead gave a small wave, which was completely unnoticed, for she was already out of sight.

Even with a five story house that she possessed, Cassandra was quite amazed by the look of this one. It looked like no other house she had seen before. Its walls were tall, with beautiful stone carvings as decorations, giving Cassandra an impression of an old small castle like house, with four floors and a massive roof pointing out, nearly blocking the sun set.

A sound of a slamming door echoed to Cassandra’s earshot, closely followed by the yells of excitement, which she recognized straight away.

“CASSIE!” three girls, around the same age, came running, hands outstretched toward her.

“Lucy, Polina, Jennifer!” Cassie screamed out and let herself be welcomed by hugs of her three best friends.

“Why are you late?” a short skinny, curly blond haired girl asked, when finally realising her grip.

“Got lost a little on the way, Lucy. I mean the road to you holiday house is pretty complicated alright,” Cassie smiled and winked Lucy, who couldn’t agree more.

“Well I am glad you found the way!” Lucy beamed,

“Are we going to stay out here all day then?” she added, and gave a childish smile.

“Come on in!”

Lucy ran back to the house, followed by Polina, Jennifer and Cassie.

The house has indeed turned out to be the best one she had ever seen. It was like a art museum with lots of fine drawings in golden frames, which hung gleaming on the walls. The furniture looked brand new and completely untouched.  The wall paint work looked fresh and extremely neat with a lot of decoration curves and lines. Everything looked just like a fairy tale small castle, yet the thing that Cassandra fancied the most was the in a painting, that hang in an isolated room, with nothing but two smaller paintings, hanging beautifully in their golden frames on either. This fine peace of art though, hung on the middle wall, facing the entrance. The drawing itself, was very beautifully drawn by a professional artist, with lots of colours and details, yet something in that art peace gave Cassie the creeps. Perhaps it was just because the drawing of an old house, which was burning, red flames raised above around the upper floors. Smoke rose along with the fire, fogging up the surroundings in the picture, blocking it from view. This must’ve been the part to give her cause her to shudder uncomfortably.

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To start of their sleepover, all the four girls huddled around a cinema sized television, with popcorn in one of their hands and soft drinks in the other, they turned on a horror movie, for without horror movies a sleepover was not a sleepover to the girls. Cassie sunk into the comfortable leather couch beside Polina, who mushed the popcorn in her mouth excitedly, awaiting the movie to begin. Cassandra, on the other hand, was not at all looking forward to seen the movie, for she was not a fan of horror movies at all. She wanted to protest, ...

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