As I was drawn in, the door slammed behind me making me jump backwards so that I slipped and fell to the floor Sarah losing the grip on my arm as I tried to stop myself. There was an awful stench. I looked up and saw a figure standing at the end of a long, dark, intimidating corridor. In the split second that I blinked, it was gone. I told myself that I had imagined it and the stories that I had heard would never be true. I told myself repeatedly convincing myself they were not true. However, it did not seem to be working. I picked myself up, and headed along the corridor where I had seen the figure at the end, I walked and walked but I did not seem to be getting any closer to the end. I became determined to reach the end, I could see it but I could not gather enough energy to keep walking. There was a door leading off the corridor, I thought that there might be somewhere where I could rest until I gained my energy back to continue to the end of what seemed like the never-ending corridor to find out what the figure was. I had a gut feeling that I somehow knew what it was but my mind could not bring the memory forward. I had seen it before. I turned the knob and then pushed slightly on the door and the door creaked open. As the door continued to open, I was blinded by the brightness of the room. I felt a sense of warmth rush through my body, like I was safe and nothing could hurt me. I sat down on the chair next to the roaring fire and slowly closed my eyes, but as I shut them, I could see the figure at the end of the corridor. I jumped up and ran for the door. As I flung the door open, it no longer lead back on to the eerie corridor. The sense of warmth and security had gone and my heart began to race. I was cautious of every thing around me. I ran from room to room trying to find my out but the whole structure had some how changed it was unbelievable. My heart was pounding faster and faster I could feel every beat pump against my chest. I became breathless and out of control. I ran to the next room praying that this was the way out as I could not take much more but as I ran as fast as I could, I tripped and stumbled to the ground. My head crashed to the floor first with the rest of my body not long after.
I lay in a heap on the ground, heart beating faster than ever, gasping for breath and shaking more than you could ever imagine. My body then seemed to take over, I could no longer cope and my body gave in. I lay stranded in the centre of the room trying my hardest to move but my body would no longer let me it felt as if some one was holding me down, restraining me. I closed my eyes in hope that this would all be over. Then suddenly I felt a sense of relief fill my body all the worries and distress had gone. I felt my body lift off the ground, was I dead?
Then all of a sudden, I saw a silver glint. I looked down beside me and lay on the floor was my silver crucifix. I was safe. I had had this crucifix since I was a baby and it always seemed to appear when I least expected it. However, when it did I knew I was safe. All of a sudden, I felt a rush of relief, and I landed back down with a thump and found myself lying outside looking up at a black figure re-entering. I had no idea what had happened, but turned over on the pebbled drive way and my memory was triggered. I had seen everything before. The problem was I could not remember where. I sat on the ground looking up to the house looking dazed and intrigued. I racked my brain to try to get the thoughts to the front of my mind, but no matter how hard I tried, there was no use, I could not think. As I stood up from the gravelled drive where I sat, I felt a rush of cold air hit me. Without being able to get my balance, I fell to the ground with a scream as I felt the gravel pierce into my skin. I once again stood blood dripping down my arm. I looked around concentrating on my surroundings but realised that there was nothing suspicious about the fall it was just a large gust of wind. It roared as I stumbled to my feet gathering balance and getting my bearings, as I seemed unaware of where I actually was. I felt a peculiar feeling run through my body as though something had swooped through me. I looked around to see if any one was near by but I only saw emptiness. Suddenly I thought Sarah!
Where was she? I had gone into the house and left her outside. How could I? What if something had happened to her I would never be able to forgive myself. I started to panic and once again, my heart began to race, pounding against the insides of my body. My hands began to shake and my eyes darted all around to see if I could find Sarah. However, I was glued to spot, I could not move. My head and body spun round but my feet would not budge from the uneven ground. Something told me that she was somehow somewhere in the house. I looked up as I saw a flash in one of the crooked window frames. There she stood gazing into my eyes with plead for help but I still could not move. I tried to throw the crucifix up to her, as with it I knew nothing could hurt her but it was too late.
The figure had arrived and there was no way of escape for her. It was over. I screamed for help as the figure engulfed her but it was no use. There seemed like there was no life for miles.
Unexpectedly, I heard a mutter; my head automatically spun to see what it was as I did this my feet became loose as if someone had untied them. I heard a scream and Sarah ran round the corner, she did not stop, just carried on running. I had never seen her run so fast. I thought to myself was I seeing things. I had just seen the figure engulf her. Was my eyes playing tricks on me or had she somehow managed to get away. As I watched her run, I saw the crucifix half hanging out of her pocket. How could this be? I reached into my own to see if it was still there. It was gone. A smirk arose from my face. It all seemed right again.
Sarah was still running. I looked unnerving at the corner in which she had just appeared but saw nothing, just a cracked wall in which ivy grew out of control. I turned to face the house full on but as I did this, I felt a pound to my head. I stumbled to the ground unable to see what had hit me. My vision became blurred and I lay unable to move, speak or see. I heard a voice. I recognised it. It was Sarah. I tried to call for her but it was impossible. Her laughter filled the grounds but as soon as it hit my ears, it faded. I could hear her footsteps fading more and more. I lay confused. Hoping someone would come and find me. It was over, no one came down here, I was stranded.
Emma Jones
