Red Rings. Crucifixes hung on the door of every house and bound to the necks of every poor soul that knew what was best for them. Prayers of protection .offerings of bread, meat placed on doorsteps of a crescent night.

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Kenton Chan A1Y (5)
YMCA of Hong Kong Christian College
GCE08: English Language and Literature
UNIT 2: 6EL01 Reading
                               Red Rings             

It’s gleaming; glowing, glistening in the night. Shifting every month, revealing itself fully only once.

Plague; death; fear in the eyes of every villager. At first sight of the devil’s brand. Hanged, violently pelted and finally reduced to ashes until their souls have no chance of reincarnating. Crucifixes hung on the door of every house and bound to the necks of every poor soul that knew what was best for them. Prayers of protection .offerings of bread, meat placed on doorsteps of a crescent night. The Devil’s echoes heard at the hours of midnight, the creaking of wood as he slowly indulges. There were many foolish men venturing out at such hours, disappeared for days but appear sickened, possessed by the devils rings. The tainted; found, freed by fire. The only way to God’s salvation, anyone will tell you that.

Deep in the deserted forest the nights cold, harsh and unforgiving. Crooked Paths haunted by shadows of the tormented dead.

Speeding along the path was a frightened Romanian girl comforted under a red hood like a snail protected in its shell. ‘I hope she’s alive’, ‘what if I never find her’ overwhelming thoughts of never finding her caused the child to helplessly sob; it began to rain. She stopped, standing; hoping this was it. No turning back.  

Knock Knock

The enormous door of this well groomed mansion slowly creaked opened. A lady; gleaming of beauty, eyes glistening and glowing of hypnotism left the girl breathless, forgetting what she came for .Such an angelic sight. A sinister grin grew on the lady’s face. She found what she had been looking for; a rat crawled into a serpent’s nest. The girl felt her body going numb the moment their eyes locked; mesmerized in a hypnotic trance unable to gaze away she was unable to move her body. The lady raised her long bony finger; her nails long, sharper than a soldier’s blade. Slowly gesturing for her to come in with her finger, the horrified girl could only obey. Disassociated from her body, the girl watched her legs slowly moved one step at a time towards a chair, lit under a bright chandelier. Sitting down; a moving statue, she tried hard to rebel, squirm… her eyes widen with terror. Her heart sank heavily; she had knocked on the devils door.

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BANG!

The door slammed shut, trapped. The girl knew what was going to happen. She heard the stories. She was a prey paralyzed with a snake’s venom, unable to move until her last breath sucked out of her. She watched. The angelic demon, sat across, staring through her soul.

“What brings thee here, have thou no fear for thy life.” She spoke in a curious yet condescending tone. She made a noise with her fingers.

Snap

The girl slowly felt her body returning, but still possessed. Words came out without control.

“Err; I’ve been looking all over for ...

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