Saturday, 31 October 2009
03:41:32 PM (GMT)
They came to large, wooden stairs and began to climb. They strolled to the landing
and Cathy watched as a mad-looking girl was standing on some wooden ladders, reaching
the locked and latched attic door. She had black, curly hair that twisted out in
weird angles, trying to be kept in by a red bow. Her black eyes were squinted as she
tried to undo the latch.
“Ruby.” Rowan sighed. “Please don’t do that.” But Rowan kept walking even
though Ruby showed no sign in stopping.
They soon came to Rowan’s room and was surprised to see it was so normal and
modern. There was light blue bed in the corner littered with girly magazines. Shelves
stacked with toy clown collectibles and a TV hid in the corner, on top a whitewash
stand with a few horror movies decorating it. It was quite a plain bedroom with blue
wallpaper. Rowan strode in and began searching the large, wooden bookcase that took
up one whole wall.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard above them, scuttling from one side of the room
to another. Cathy and Denzel looked up as the footsteps turned into banging’s, as
if someone was punching the ceiling, trying to get through.
“Um…Rowan? What’s locked up in the attic?” Cathy whispered, finally feeling
frightened as she wondered what could be up there.
“Oh, that’s my cousin, he’s name’s Walter.” Rowan answered calmly, not
taking her eyes off the bookcase.
Denzel’s mouth dropped. “Your cousin!? You locked your cousin in the attic?!”
“Yea, he likes it up there, well, used to. Not sure if he feels the same way
now…Ah, here it is!” And Rowan grasped and tugged a large, thick book from the
“You locked your cousin in the attic?” Denzel repeated, growing paler by the
“Yea, there were rumours going around after his brother went missing . People
started saying that Walter had ate him, if you believe such things.” She shrugged
as she walked out the room, Cathy and Denzel followed obediently, not wanting to be
left alone with the cannibal cousin pounding his way through to the room.
“Although…” Rowan pondered. “He did suddenly get obsessed with meat just
after the rumours spread.” She turned to inform her guests; “He was a vegetarian
Ruby was still at it as they passed her the second time. Cathy thought it odd
that Rowan would just let her continue, trying to release a murderous boy obviously
hungry and most probably angry. But Rowan passed her without a moments thought and
bounded down the stairs.
Cathy thought to lighten the mood. “What’s the book for?”
“Scare off unwanted spirits. Most people know of Pagan tradition’s, where you
dress up to scare off spirits? But we offer them a feast. This book’s just to help
them with certain recipes. Again, if you believe such things.”
It was easy to forget about Walter when you’re walking with Rowan, Cathy thought as
she decided to get lost in the new subject. There was no point in getting worried
about Walter escaping. Surely Rowan would’ve made more of an effort to stop Ruby if
she needed to.
Rowan waltzed into the kitchen and before Cathy could follow, someone grabbed her
hand and pulled her back.
Denzel still looked pale and had that look he wore whenever there was a spider in his
room. “Cath, we need to get out of here.”
“What? Don’t be silly, we just got here.”
“Hello!? Earth to Catherine! We have just witnessed some zombie kids chase a
walking teddy, people preparing a feast for the undead and a cannibal kid locked in
“It’s Halloween! I’ve seen spookier things when hanging around with your
mum!” Cathy hissed back.
“Cathy! You can not be serious in saying you want to stay!”
“Fine, but you come up with the excuse!”
Before Denzel could object Rowan had returned with her usual bounciness. “Sorry
about all this, it’s been mayhem, it always is at this time of year. My family are
big on Halloween, but now we can settle down and get this sleepover started.”
“Look, Cathy’s friend…” Denzel started, obviously not taking the time to
remember her name.
“Hold on, let me go get the popcorn.” She interrupted and Rowan danced to the
“Popcorn?” Denzel asked, his eyes going big.
“So, you staying?” Cathy asked.
“Definitely! Did you not hear? Popcorn! I haven’t had popcorn for 5 days! 5
days!” He then began to ramble how nice that popcorn was. There was always one way
to win Denzel over. Food.
Rowan came out with several bags of popcorn and other snacks and ran back up the
stairs, Cathy and Denzel in tow. As they came to the landing, Rowan stopped in her
tracks. Cathy didn’t know what was up but when she looked above her, she knew
exactly what was up. Or exactly what wasn’t. The attic door was gone, so was the
girl although her red bow was on top of the ladder.
“Um, do you think Walter’s still up there?” Denzel asked, his voice breaking.
All three of them began to saunter towards the dark, gaping hole in the ceiling.
“Would you stay up there when all the food is down here?” Rowan asked, a hint of
fear in her voice that Cathy wasn’t use to hearing.
“Hold on! I thought you said the rumours weren’t true!?”
“No I didn’t. I said if you believe such things! Well, I, for one, am a
believer.” Cathy then froze. Throughout the whole night, she hadn’t felt such
terror until this moment. Staring up at the lair of a beast that was just awakened,
no idea where he could be or what he was up to.
A low growl, almost like a dog’s, drifted to their position, just before an
odour of rotting flesh grew stronger. They all turned to the end of the landing to
find a small, hunched over boy glaring back at them. He had a black tunic on that was
way too big for him and covered with stains. His black hair was stuck out at awful
angles that showed madness and wildness. His black eyes strained to see in the light
coming from the chandelier. His piranha-like teeth were protruding from his mouth, a
piece of dripping meat clinging to them. His jagged nails were gripping another
piece. His snarl made Cathy’s knee’s shake as she held on to Rowan’s shoulder
for support, although it didn’t feel very stable. Walter.
He roared at them and all three of them responded with a ear-splitting scream!
Rowan then took off down the stairs. Cathy followed grabbing Denzel’s hand as she
went. Her heart pounded as they raced down the stairs, two at a time. They shot
through the door, down the path, through the gate and down the street, without even
looking behind them. They didn’t want to be around when Walter finally fed his
appetite. They sprinted into the night as the darkness enveloped them…
So sleep tightly, my lads,
When you lay down you
Head, and you might
Want to leave on a light
For who knows what’s
Lurking behind you
And with that, I must
Bid you goodnight…