The Soul Taker

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The Soul Taker.

It was a dreary night of November and I was on my way back from camp. On the long journey home my friends told each other scary stories based on a myth that Miss Maiden told us the previous evening.

It was a warm evening at camp, Miss Maiden and Mrs Jane were roasting marshmallows as the girls played clap games and the boys swooped

Poke-mon cards, I sat there silently bringing back to mind a dream that I had about the woods next to the camp on Friday the 13th …

It was about a ashy castle on top of a uneven hill, it was burnt down because of all the evil spirits that was said to be lurking in vengeances for anyone who try to claim the castle. When I entered the castle on my left was a room; I struggled to open the door, a repulsive smell made my skin cells repel. the brown tarnished door I woke up. Damn!

I sat there daydreaming trying to remember what I saw in the room but it didn’t seem to work. Was it because I was hungry and drooling over those soft marshmallows?  I think I might take a break and after eating it might sort out my ‘amnesia’.

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We sat in a circle around the fire eating the hot marshmallows on sticks; Miss Maiden began telling a scary myth, I didn’t see the point, she might as well read a fairytale because they were never scary! I didn’t pay much attention to her until she said…

 ‘a rigidly hill were a castle stands ’  I suddenly stop gulping down my marshmallows and looked at Miss Maiden, Her eyes were luminously shining as the moon light reflected off her pupils, she looks around at us slowly purposely catching eye connections. She then sharply points to the woods ...

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