Saturday, 14 June 2008
11:20:55 AM (GMT)
Murder In Dark Manor...
"Becca, come on, we're going to miss our train."
"Coming, Mum." I gave my suitcase one last hard slam to try and shut it. Sighing, I
pulled it off the bed and dragged it - CLUNK CLUNK - down the stairs. I jumped down
the bottom step to find Mum rushing around everywhere, trying to see if we had
"Take a chill pill," I told her, setting my suitcase down on the hard floor and
leaning on the sofa, acting really bored. Which I was. "We're only going to a mouldy
mansion. It's not as if we're going to a five star hotel - and can I remind you,
who's fault is that?"
Mum stood still for a second, and put her hands on her hips. "Becca, I know you don't
want to go to Dark Manor, but think yourself lucky your friend Katy's coming along. I
bet a lot of girls in your class don't even have a holiday."
"Yeah, whatever..." I wasn't really concentrating. She would always start this 'I bet
some of the girls in your class...' rant when I didn't want to go anywhere. I bet
Katy didn't even want to go either, it was probably just my Mum and her Mum dragging
her along. Well, it was OK for her Mum - she wasn't even going. It wasn't as if I was
scared or anything, I just didn't particularly want to spend a week in a deserted
mouldy mansion. Mum must have been crazy to think a week's holiday in that place
would be pleasant. I mean, you had to know when you saw the price. And who wants to
take a holiday in some place called 'Dark Manor'? There has got to be something weird
going on when you see that name, right?
It took ages to get to Dark Manor on the train. We only just got there in
time, and me and Katy were bored the whole journey. OK, fair enough, it didn't take
that long to get there but it wasn't exactly our fault that Mum had picked the worst
class ever and there was absolutely nothing to do. Apparently she hadn't wanted to
spoil the cheap price. There was definitely something up with the price.
I really knew there was something seriously wrong when we finally arrived there. It
was a very tall, dark building with loads of mould growing up the side of the wall
and weeds growing wild like a forest in the front garden. Most of the ragged curtains
were tugged across the smashed windows, so you couldn't see inside. Smoke poured out
of the old-fashioned chimney attached to the roof which looked as if it was about to
fall in. The bricks weren't even fixed properly - they were all crooked and some of
them were missing.
"Looks lovely," smiled Mum.
WHAT THE HELL? How was a place like this LOVELY? It was a ghost town, basically. And
I could understand why - who in their right mind would want to live here? The whole
street was deserted, apart from a few smashed-up houses with heaps of McDonalds meals
and beer cans strewn along the grass. Even some bats flew out of the trees as we
approached the house. The evening was coming fast and the dark night was sweeping
over the sky like a black blanket.
There was a big brass door knocker on the wood front door, in the shape of a skull.
Pretty weird shape for a door knocker, I thought to myself as Mum took it and slammed
it hard against the door. It was rotting and smelt terrible, but the grin wasn't
wiped off Mum's face. It was like she was hypnotised...or was she?