I have wrote my 3rd chapter for you this week. Just a quick refresh for last week…
You had 3 options. They were:
- She goes back to sleep
- She hears footsteps coming closer to her
- She sees a large shadow climbing up the wall just outside the room she is staying in for the night.
The option with the most votes was option 3!
So, this week I have wrote a story for you based on this option. I hope you enjoy/like it!
I really try to ignore the noise, but I just can’t. I decide that I should just pretend to be asleep, but to stay alert, just in case.
Whatever or WHOEVER the monster is, it likes to make noise. It is crashing pans. The monster turns on the tap full blast. I can hear the water gurgling down the sink. I hear vases being thrown onto the floor, and smashing into a million pieces. I hope this creature, does not know that I am here.
Suddenly, I sit upright. I can see the most awful site. The monster, is walking towards ME! It is coming closer. I can hear footsteps. I can see a very, very large shadow creeping up the wall. It is the shadow of nothing I have seen before. Then it speaks.
“Annabeeeeeth?” It coos. “Where is my darling Annnnn?”
My insides begin to churn. Who this creature, and how does it know who I am!
I look around. In my bedroom, there is a small window, and I am a small girl. I get up, and begin to play with the lock. And it opens. I swear that this is he most beautiful thing I’ve seen all my life! I jump out! And with only a tiny scratch, I escape.
I run and run. Then I simply stop. I don’t know where I’m going, or why.
Then I remember, my bike! I love my bike and I NEED it. Plus, it will mean that I can escape faster, once I know where to go. But it means going back to the house. Where the monster is. Oh well. I need my bike and I will get it. I just have to be fast. Really fast.
I dash back to the house. I go to where I remember leaving it, around the back of Tobin’s house, and there it is. It’s dark colours cannot be seen at this time of night, but I can still faintly see it’s beautiful silhouette. I grab it. And then, I hear the back door slam.
I see a figure coming towards me, but to my luck, it just looks like a normal Foxin. In fact, it looks exactly like Tobin. Suddenly, the automatic light I had not triggered, switched on. The creature in front of me WAS Tobin, just not the one I had met during the day.
In some sort of sense, it was similar. But, instead of a sweet Tobin, it had a solid looking, rock hard, grey skin. It had a HUGE under bite. And, it was like, twice the size.
I did not stay long enough to look at its other features. I jumped onto my bike, and pedaled for dear life. I could still hear it calling my name.
I stopped, once I was certain that I had got away. I was in the middle of a forest. And, I could hear voices. Voices. They whisper:
“Go to the Wise old Man. Then, everything will be clear…”
These words were repeated over and over again.
“WHO IS THE WISE OLD MAN!” I shouted in annoyance.
And then, as if to answer my call, a bright light shone in the distance. And I followed it. I got on my bike and I just followed it. Even though the trees bashed my body, and I wanted to fall asleep, I just continued to ride on.
When I got there, I knocked on the door, hoping this ‘Wise Old Man’ would come. And he did. He was a Foxin too, but just a very, very old one.
“Coming inside. Come inside quickly!” He said.
So, without thinking, I stepped inside.
“What is happening?!?” I asked. “Please, please tell me!”
“Please sit down. What is happening is not good, not good at all.”
“Yes. Go on.”
“The Foxin creatures seem to turn bad once the sun goes down.”
“Then how come you-“ I begun to say, but he cut me off.
“Please let me talk. All will make sense shortly.”
“Like I said, the Foxin creatures seem to turn back at night, and in the morning, they have no memory of what they did at all. They all just think that there is some creature that always visits and messes up their houses. They don’t really THINK at all to be honest. They just presume. And, since you were wondering, I always go to sleep during the time when day turns into night. This seems to work. But I warn you, you are not safe any longer. You cannot stay here.”
“But how can I get out.” I sob, suddenly feeling very homesick.
“Dear child, don’t cry. At the end of this path, where my house is, there is a cliff. Very like the one at the end of your street.”
“How do you know me, and my world?!?”
“Child, once I was young and curious, just like you. I had many adventures, let’s just say. And now I am old and wise, and I just know a lot.”
“Anyway child, you must be going! Quick, go outside and ride as fast as you can off the edge of the cliff. Go, before it is too late!”
I quickly said my thanks, and then hurried outside, jumped on my bike, and pedaled.
The night air whooshed through my hair as I pedaled. Pedaled as fast as I could. Then, I flew off the cliff. And I was falling again. Falling through time and the air.
What happens next?
- She wakes up back at home.
- She wakes up to see her mother and father standing over her.
- She is in yet another black cave.
I hope you enjoyed this week’s chapter!
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