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Ghost Story. The surrounding fog concealed my body as I swiftly made a right turn. As I did I heard the sound of laughter. Not young, not old but friendly,

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Ghost Story The city was dead. No one had passed through the shadowed streets in an hour and cars seemed to have stopped in the middle of the road like there was a force field shutting them out. The few people that were left inside the city were trapped. Caging them in the force field like rats. The poorly lit street lamps covered only parts of the walkway, allowing the silhouettes of bins and trees to smother the rest. Only a faint glow of light appeared when the wind picked up the branches in the trees and swung them about like a small child being shook. Leaves fell to the ground like tears a sign that autumn was drawing to a close. The surrounding fog concealed my body as I swiftly made a right turn. As I did I heard the sound of laughter. Not young, not old but friendly, like a joke just being told. My heart felt like it would break my chest. The more I watched the harder it thumped. I placed a hand upon the wall, silently but sharply knowing that any noise could mean disaster. My life and freedom rests on what I see but the suspense of watching and waiting is a dangerous game. The light from the street lamp flickered like a candle burning and as each shimmer of brightness reached its way down the alleyway it exposed a fraction of the human's face. ...read more.

Middle

The sensation of floating made me feel sick but still I changed form. What was seconds felt like hours, every time I transmuted back into my past life. My world stopped revolving, as my transformation was complete. Not only could I see the grim walls and large puddles that surrounded the alleyway, but the horrified faces of the two men. I turned to look at him but his friends denied my access. They were brave or stupid. Either one was going to get them killed. Their flamed eyes made me feel uneasy as I shifted my weight onto each foot. The terrified look in their eyes boosted my pride but their persistence of blocking my way made me angry. I knew that if I wanted the chosen one I would have to kill his friends first. They were loyal I would give them that, but would they be so loyal if they knew his real identity? A barrier to his life had been blocked but it wouldn't stop me delivering his soul. The man to my left was smaller than I first observed. His blue shirt and black trousers made him look out of place but his shoes fitted right in. they were plastered with mud and grass as though someone had dressed him but forgot to change his shoes. ...read more.

Conclusion

Tears fell from his eyes as he tried to block out the images. But it was no use. The pictures played like a tape. Only no fast-forward. No rewind. And certainly no stop. The man held his head up, stopped rubbing his eyes and smiled. For a slight moment his face look joyous. His smile rose and rose until it converted into a cocky grin. Then he bolted. Down the alleyway and out. Into the open streets and treacherous world. I changed into the mist like form I originated in and quickly left my human side behind me. I left the alleyway and into the streets. Night was almost here. A low fog had now vanished which left only a figure, which barricaded the alleyway. Me. The clear skies had once again challenged me and my existence was drawing to a close. I changed into my human form and slowly walked away. The sounds of the city were drummed out by my footsteps and my death. How would I explain the loss of my victim? No explanation was going to cover it. Without my victim, I had just lost my soul, and my life. ?? ?? ?? ?? This document was downloaded from Coursework.Info - The UK's Coursework Database - http://www.coursework.info/ This document was downloaded from Coursework.Info - The UK's Coursework Database - http://www.coursework.info/ This document was downloaded from Coursework.Info - The UK's Coursework Database - http://www.coursework.info/ This document was downloaded from Coursework.Info - The UK's Coursework Database - http://www.coursework.info/ ...read more.

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