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Help David Our Saviour. "Oh Mum! Do I have to play Hide and Seek again?" "David, these are your cousins. Anyway, all I am asking you to do is just 30 minutes, if that, for your family David." "But I do it every time the family come round. Make Hannah do it!" "David Blackwell! You will play with your cousins because if you don't you will not be going to Liquid tomorrow night." "Muuum!" "Don't mum me young man! Now go and play Hide and Seek this instant!" * "Stupid mum I hope she..." "Come on David, you've got to go and hide. Go on, hide" David trudged off to find a place to hide, muttering all the way. "Come on David, go and hide" He said in a squeaky voice taunting his 4-year-old cousin. He continued mocking his cousin and cursing about his mother until suddenly, he stopped dead, rooted to the spot. He was shaking; David slowly glanced upwards as if in a trance. Above him was a trap door, the attic door. A scary place for David. Every night he heard strange noises coming from up there, a sort of rumbling then a bang. It was always the same, always a rumble then a bang. Recently the rumbling lasted longer, much longer, and the bang was louder, much louder. Then he would hear voices, many voices, different ones every time. But they would always say the same thing, 'HELP!' ...read more.

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In front of him there was a lake with beautiful sparkling blue water, with beavers going about their daily business, fishes swimming and birds singing. However, as he glanced across to the other side of the lake the boy laid eyes upon an almighty cave. The water on this side of the lake was brown with dead fish floating on the surface. The banks surrounding this part of the lake were simply bare rocks threatening to crush anything with the misfortune of touching them. There were no birds singing or beavers playing. Not a single living thing dwelled on those premises and it was obvious why. Who in there right minds would rather live there than on the stunning view that was just meters from the grim scene? The boy drew his gaze away from the lake and noticed many little buildings with thatched roofs and only one floor. In front of these unusual and certainly old-fashioned buildings stood small families of people all dressed in pretty much the same way. The women wore long brown and white frilly dresses. They all looked like servants. The men also wore brown and white but these were brown tattered trousers and a white V-necked shirt. At a glance down at his attire, the boy noticed he was wearing exactly the same as the other boys that he had seen. He was tired and decided that he should get some rest; a fall from the sky into unfamiliar territory can really take it out of you. ...read more.

Conclusion

A rickety rope bridge hung loosely over the deep murky water. This was the end; he had reached the end of the cave, the end of the nightmares. It had to be something to do with that crystal, but what? David had obviously made his mind up as he cautiously walked to the bridge. He checked the ropes, it seemed secure enough but there was only one way to find out. He raised his foot and slowly but surely placed his foot on to the bridge. As soon as his foot connected with the nearly rotten wood an almightily high-pitched scream pierced through the silence, the rumbling once again shook David's brain, and a short stab of bright light temporarily illuminated the area before subsiding into a low shimmer. The rumbling didn't stop, it got considerably worse. The bridge was shaking; water was spraying from the stream in huge waves. He had to keep going, this torture had to end. David lunged and grabbed the crystal. A searing pain swarmed through David's entire body. A brilliant light blinded him. Everything went white. David could no longer hear the high-pitched screams; he did not feel the ice-cold water flooding over the top of him. The rumbling stopped, so did the screaming and the crystal returned to the dull colourless state in which it started. David was nowhere to be seen. * All this happened 14 years ago. I have been all alone here ever since, still experiencing the same horrific dreams. Although now it's all changed. You are here. The man thrust his hands forwards, palms out. There was writing burnt into the skin. Help David Our Saviour. Harry Litchfield ...read more.

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