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SYTG PA is starting a unique experiment. We want to write a story on-line. But we want to do this by opening the writing process up to anyone in the world. All you have to do is submit no more than 100 words to enquiries@sytg.co.uk and this must carry on from the existing story so far.
The best entries will be immortalised in history by becoming part of this living book. Your name and entry will be published on-line.
By submitting material to this project you accept that intellectual copyright of all material becomes the property of SYTG PA. This material will be used for educational purposes only |
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Chapter One
There is a certain atmosphere during the late summer months of England. There are people who treasure every last second of good weather, knowing only too well the shape of the following seasons. Others wait in eager anticipation of the magical dark nights the waning part of the year has to bring. For some it seems like winter had been preoccupied and decided never to return, for the older it was an ever-flourishing flow of time. Couples can be seen taking walks hand in hand, smothered in the dreams the summer had given them. The single however, contemplate life in solitude. Families take long expeditions through the countryside before the icy grasps of winter reduce the outdoor appeal. Tradesmen take one last opportunity to increase their profits before the onset of winter.
The early morning mist had just begun to retreat as the golden shafts of autumn sunlight meandered through the treetops of the nearby wood. The footsteps of a lone man could be heard slowly clomping their way across the weathered grey wooden bridge. Two young children raced passed as if late for the 9:15 from Paddington,
“I’ll race you to the top of that hill, the last one there has to sit next to Kate!” Shortly after this the smaller but just as determined noise of a six-year-old’s attempt to keep up with the first two boys followed across the bridge.
“Wait for me…I’ll tell mummy!”
The man, now resting by the half-rotten handrail smiled a rhetorical smile and gazed down stream towards the valley and village below. He did not know what it was about this valley, perhaps the view, perhaps the history, maybe his imagination, but there was a certain warmth, a feeling of home, like no other he had experienced in his life. He was pleased to know that he had found contentment in a place not three miles from his home, when other people could search the four corners of the Earth and still feel as if they were only passing through.
Just then a small blue ribbon flew passed connected to the mischievous arms of two twelve-year-old boys.
“…Mummy!” cried the little girl as she ran after the two boys.
‘Mummy help! those boys took my ribbon’
The little girl’s mother was back at grandma’s house and did not reply. The girl ran into the woodland after the boys. The trees were spaced apart to begin with as the leaves and twigs crunched underfoot. The girl was crying and running and after a short time became out of breath and stopped. She looked around and quickly realised that the spacious bushes had become enveloping trees. There was little sunlight as the leaves and branches were intertwined. The ground was soft and moist with a carpet of uneven foliage and dirt. An odd bluebell peeped through the undergrowth seeking light making the area enchanting.
The girl heard a twig crack somewhere up ahead of her, she hid behind a large oak tree and to her surprise there was no one there, suddenly she heard a small voice in the distance say
“…..whisper to the echo of the night…”
She looked around confused and dazed, her breathing as deep as a pit that never ends. She began to weep realising her situation, she was alone, lost and frightened.
“Katie…………………………” “Katie…………………………”
The voice in the shadows repeated, as cold as the ice itself yet strangely comforting. She headed towards the shadows of the faces of the forest pushing back the trees in her wake. Tree after tree until suddenly there was a man or a boy running away behind her wearing a dark long cape and a black Reebok huddy with a dark Reebok boot bag covered in mud, full with something big. She wept in sorrow and was terrified of who or what that was running away from her. She sat down on a damp rock and leant against the tree behind her. She thought of fond memories to put her mind off where she was. Suddenly she heard a gun shot nearby where the dark-figured thing ran. She thought that it had been shot.
She knew that if she stayed where she was, then she might turn into something similar to the dark-figured thing herself. She ran as fast as she could; far away from the gun shot. She jumped over a tree root and climbed over a log and ran through a patch of nettles. Eventually, when she had no energy left in the world, she sat on a soggy log covered in moss and rubbed her legs to try and calm the stinging nettle wounds she had sustained in her escape. While sitting down she thought to herself that she has already been there. Suddenly, she realised that not far away from her, lay the dark Reebok boot bag. It was hidden in the dreaded nettles. She knew that she must have been running in circles! She grabbed the bag out of the nettles and thought to herself, what could be inside it? …..
What was she to do? She eventually found the courage to open the bag. To her amazement she found a strange looking object. … It was brightly coloured and it had fur on it. It was extremely creepy AHHH!!! She was so scared; this had been the worst nightmare in her life. She pinched herself to make sure it wasn’t just another one of her horrendous nightmares. She realised it wasn’t a nightmare but a real life MOVIE! All that fuss was over nothing and that it had just been a big mistake. BUT the nightmare creature was still there. And guess what it was? A clown! Who would have known? She carried on watching the TV when the clown disappeared with a buzz. Power cut?
“Boo.”
Katie jumped up. Her milky eyes widened and her body froze from head to toe. In front on her still body stood a dark figure draped in a black robe. Katie’s lip quivered.
An arm arose, grasping the robe at the chest area. With a short tug it ripped from the body. There stood a man of average height with dark hair that tickled his broad shoulders. He tilted his head to reveal a smile and his tongue grazed his canine.
A Vampire…
Yes. It was a vampire. A blood thirsty, half dead vampire. Katie had never expensed such a terrifying moment. Katie screamed out loud. The vampire swung his mighty hand towards her shoulder and grabbed her with all his might. "Why are you scared of me little girl, are you thinking I am going to suck every last drop of your blood. I hope your not, because I am going to feed you to my young first.
Mhahahahahaha!"
Katie was so scared she couldn't move her lips to yell back at him. "I hope you aren't scared of flying Katie, otherwise your in for a big surprise."
Mhahahahahahaha!"
She found herself chained onto a grey brick wall. Two rusty iron handcuffs dug into her wrists and her face felt bruised and swollen. She couldn't open her left eye properly, but could see she was in a small dark room with a single window near the ceiling with iron bars across it. The walls, floor and ceiling were made of the same worn grey brick. Moss grew on the lower bricks and water seeped through a small grate in the floor. There didn't appear to be a door, there was just a rotten trapdoor with a strong steel padlock in the middle of the room. The ceiling was very high, and all of the walls she could see were strangely damp. Perhaps the rain had seeped through the cracks in the walls?
Katie wondered if anyone would realise she was gone. Her mam was away for the week with work, and she doubted her dad would go looking for her - she was lucky if he remembered to ring. Suddenly, she heard footsteps outside. ''Hello? Is anyone there? Please, help me!'' she shouted desperately. The footsteps stopped but there was no reply. Why had she been taken here? What did Mr Rome want with her? Would she ever escape?
A shrill scream echoed into the room. Katie froze. It sounded like a young child's scream. What was happening in this strange place - wherever it was? Katie tried not to think about the child and wondered how she could escape. The trapdoor looked pretty solid, she didn't think she could break through. Maybe there would be a secret exit - there always was in her movies. The only thing was, this wasn't a movie. This was real. And Katie knew she needed to get out before whoever or whatever scared that child got to her. She looked round the room to find a way out, then realised her legs were wet - the room was filling up with water from the grate!
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