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Murder In Dark Manor [Chapter Four]Category: Story
Friday, 11 July 2008
03:30:41 PM (GMT)
Sorry for the delay...

Everything was pitch black. I fumbled around and sat up. It was so dark at first I
thought I hadn't opened my eyes or gone blind or something. I tried to get up but I
couldn't feel anything so I was wary to move. My hands came across a wall behind me.
I shuffled them across it slowly, until they came across some sort of switch. I
flicked it and after 5 seconds, a dim light flickered on. It wasn't at all bright and
it didn't make much of the room clear.
I could tell I was in some sort of cellar, though. Suddenly, I tripped and fell to
the floor. My hands scraped against the cold stone, and I saw a figure hunched up in
a ball about a metre away from me. I slowly crawled towards it, unaware of what it
was. Slowly, I reached out my hand and let it touch the shape.
It groaned and turned over, making me jump. I screamed loudly, my voice echoing in
the dark cellar. The shape suddenly sat up, and I could tell it was a person. As it
moved more into the light, I saw it was a girl. A little older than me, perhaps.
"Who are you?" she asked, in a croaky voice that sounded as if it hadn't been used
for years.
"I'm Becca," I told her. "What about you?"
"Leah," she replied. I could see her face more clearly now. She was very pale and
very thin. Her hair was tangled and overgrown, and she was wearing a white dress with
bloodstains all over it.
There was a bang from up above. I jumped, but Leah didn't flinch.
"I'm used to that now."
"What is it?" I asked, shivering in the cold cellar. The atmosphere in the room had
suddenly turned ice cold.
"It's them."
"Who's 'them?'"
"Them."
I froze as another bang sounded. Leah looked away. She didn't say anything more.
"How long have you been down here?" I asked her.
She didn't turn round to face me, and her head was turned towards the floor. "I don't
know anymore. So, so long. I cannot tell the cold nights and the cold days apart from
each other now."
"How did you get here?"
Leah didn't answer. Another bang from upstairs.
"They must be angry tonight."
"They? Leah, who's they?"
She shook her head. "No, no, no!" I thought she was talking to me, but when I looked
closer she was talking to herself, giving little shrieks as if she was having a
dream.
"What's wrong?"
"They're coming!" she shrieked. "Not again!"


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