I picked out a blood red Nike T-shirt and pulled on some turquoise Adidas shorts and my red and white Nike trainers.
On the way out I glanced at the mirror, a tall 15-year old boy stared back, with big green eyes and short crew cut brown hair. I quickly flicked up my fringe and walked out.
At about 6 ‘o clock Mum and dad came in from work.
“What a day!” sighed dad “nothing but complaints, oh hi James!”
“Hi”
Dad started to put away his coat, “how was your day?” he asked,
“Oh it was ok, didn’t do much”
“Hi James, hi David, I’ll put tea on” said Mum
“Hi” said both of us.
“Remember James me and your mother are going out tonight” “remember?!” mum said,
“Yeah I remember” I answered, although I wasn’t entirely truthful I’d forgotten all about it with Christmas just around the corner. “Have fun” I said back,
“We will”
It was starting to get late; it was around 8p.m. it was already dark outside.
I was playing on the Playstation 2 on ‘Tekken Tag Tournament’ when a shrill yell rang out from down stairs “We are going now see you later, love you!” yelled Mum,
“See you later, don’t be too late!” I yelled back.
A slam of the door told me that they had left. I carried on playing on ‘Tekken’ for about an hour “lousy Jin he beat me!” with that I turned it off. 9:00p.m said my watch.
The night sky was as pitch black as coal, the moon shone full in the black sky and there were many stars in the night sky, like pinpricks of light.
The wind rushed through the trees and over the lake and howled like a dog through the leaves and against the windows making the shutters bang against the frames.
I decided that the movie I was watching was boring and I would go to bed, I turned off the television, the movie ‘Liar Liar’ went off and the screen was blank. I switched off all the lights down stairs and I went up stairs with a glass of orange juice.
The wind wouldn’t stop its endless beating against the windows.
“Mum won’t be happy with this wind” I said thinking out loud “it’ll ruin her tulips, and chrysanthemums, oh well”
I turned the light off. The room flooded into darkness.
I kept trying to get to sleep for an hour, but something seemed to keep me awake some kind of urge kept telling me to look out of the window.
I couldn’t fight it any more, it kept pulling me and pulling, until I gave in and was dragged out of bed and over to the window. I stretched out my hand nervously. I was trembling. I quickly ripped open the curtains and wiped the condensation off the window pane, and I saw… nothing, anything in the garden or on the patio? Nothing there. I sighed with relief. Then my eyes drifted over to the grave, it was just visible over the hedges, and it looked normal, or was their something there?
Something seemed to be there but what? Something or someone looked to be there, and it was looking my way!
The wind smashed against the window making me jump back.
I quickly closed the curtains. I sprinted to the bed and dived in. I lay there wondering what it was doing. Fear had swept over me, I had to look again I had to. I slowly got up and crept over to the window and I peeped out from behind the curtain towards the same spot… there was…. Nothing there or around. I sighed a sigh of relief. Maybe I imagined it?
It began to get cold
I drifted off uncomfortably into a dreamless sleep.
RING RING, the phone broke the still air, RING RING, I woke up with a start, RING RING, I got up and ran to the phone, “Hello?”
“Oh hi James its mum” the phone answered,
“What’s up mum?” I said back
“Well there’s been a big storm and we can’t make it back tonight, will you be alright on your own?
“I’ll be ok”
“Good, see you later, love you!”
“Yeah, bye!”
The phone went dead when she put the phone down.
I sighed and went back to the room, and got back into bed.
The room had gone cold as though a deathly chill had crept into the room.
I still couldn’t get back to sleep I kept imagining the eerie ghost of the dead person entering the house and killing me.
The darkness wouldn’t subside or give up surrounding me.
I started to doze in the darkness when suddenly a book fell from the shelf it crashed to the floor with a loud bang. It startled me. Another book fell to the floor and another; they all fell with bangs. I got up and walked over to them I picked one up entitled ‘The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring’ I put it back on the shelf, I also put the other two back on the shelf. “Weird” I muttered, and staggered back over to the bed. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three more books fell mercilessly to the floor. I slowly turned around and looked at them. “Hmm” I murmured and picked them up “well then ‘Swallows and Amazons’ you’re going back up on the shelf”
And I put them all back up. Again I turned to go back to bed. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Two fell from the shelf, one from the bedside cabinet, and one from my desk. “Right then” I said with a sigh “there must be a draft from somewhere” I told myself. I quickly ran to put them up and tripped banging my head on the desk, “OUCH!!” I yelled, my head was throbbing so much.
“Just leave it,” I said to myself, and I got quickly into the bed, pulling the covers over my head. I was breathing heavily under the covers.
Then suddenly I heard the creaking of the floorboards as if someone was walking on them, Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! My eyes widened and I started breathing faster and shallower, Creak! Creak! Creak! I heard a low voice outside “Why Dad what did I do wrong?”
Someone was out there!
The chill was making me shiver and I could see my breath in front of me.
The creaks stopped.
I was breathing heavily now, each time my breath rising in the cold air, I didn’t dare to move. Fear had swamped over me.
BOOM! BOOM!
“Argh!” someone was banging on the door!
I dared not to move, the coldness seemed to get worse, creeping in from somewhere, I was scared, and it was the fear that made me moved.
I slowly got up and walked stealthily and quickly towards the door. I reached out to the doorknob; my hand was trembling and clammy. I gulped. Quickly I turned the knob, and the door slowly creaked open. Darkness there and nothing more. I gasped. My legs were shaking I could hardly walk, I was trembling.
I turned to go back to the bed and there was a young boy sat on my bed.
My eyes opened in fright. It was cold, so very cold.
“Why Dad what did I do wrong?” it asked
Then the light started to flicker on then off, on then off. More books started to fall off their placements Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
I have to get out of here!
The boy just sat there watching me.
I got up quickly and ran as fast as I could, but I slipped on a book and my legs were taken from under me falling onto my head and bashing my arm against my chair. The books kept falling and falling and falling most of them landed on to my head and smashing onto my body, legs and arms. The pain was immense; I could feel my self-slipping unconscious, everything went black.
I was so cold, so very cold.
I awoke with the sun blazing through the window onto my face, my face was ok and, in fact I was perfectly fine, except maybe a headache.
“Had I imagined it all?” I wondered out loud. The only thing wrong was I was lying on the floor next to my desk. The curtains were open and a heavy wind blew through it. I felt my forehead half expecting to feel a cut or even blood.
“Weird!” I said
I got up and went over to the window to see if anything was wrong out side, nothing, everything was fine in the garden and the patio.
But what about the grave?
I glanced out of the window over towards it and I saw that everything seemed ok. But what is that? It looked like someone or something was just standing there. What were they doing?
It was starting to get cold, so very cold.
“HI!” the yell came from downstairs from Dad; I was startled and jumped around,
“Hi” I answered closing the curtains shivering and came running down the stairs,
“How did you do?” mum asked,
“I did fine, and the house is still standing”
I could hear Dad in the kitchen talking to Mum.
I went down the stairs and into the front room the room was full with the aroma of Bacon. I went over and put on the T.V and turned it over to ‘Sky One’. On the coffee table was today’s newspaper ‘The Little Shore Yeller’ I scanned through it and came to a page, it was weird it was like I was drawn to that page. I found one article entitled ‘300 year anniversary’ I was intrigued. I glanced through the story, when it caught me- the article read ‘Last night was the 300-year anniversary of the murder of Edmund Gellar. He was the son of the entrepreneur who lived in Little Shore at 134 Evergreen Close’ “wait a minute that’s here where I live!” I
Gasped I quickly carried on reading ‘his body was never found, his father had lost everything his money and his son. They moved after the murder of Edmund. All that’s left is the small memorial behind the house on ‘Humpy Hill’ some rumours go around that he still walks the Hill and around the woods…’
“Mum, Dad!” I yelled, “You’re never going to believe this!”
