Post by Candy Redwood on Nov 12, 2009 5:52:43 GMT -5
Yes! XD for my English Lit coursework (with Steve) I have to write a short story then do a commentay on it. Mne is a shortened and improved version of the witching hour, condensed into 1,500 words =D ok.. sooo.. This is what i've done so far!
I had never been one for scary stories. I was level-headed, logical and quite simply believed anything supernatural was a myth.
It’s quite funny really, how after one weekend, a person’s perception on life and life beyond humanity can change completely.
I sometimes wish that I had persuaded my brother and friends to stay at home on that fateful weekend. We would of never had to experience true evil and we would of remained ignorant of the true horrors of the world. After all, ignorance is bliss.
I remember that weekend vividly, it’s not something I could forget easily. I was thrilled that I, Ariana Clarke, self-proclaimed nerd, would be able to go on a holiday with the 3 coolest people in college. Granted, one was my brother and another was his girlfriend but nonetheless I was excited.
I can still remember the day that we left. It was Friday 16th March 2005 and…
Candy Redwood was saying a hurried goodbye to her family. Her cousin, Prosper Redwood, known as Prop to most, was putting their suitcases safely into the boot of the car. Ariana and Darren Clarke were inside the car, waiting patiently for the trip to begin.
“Be good.” Candy warned her eleven year old sister.
She looked up and cocked an eyebrow in a mocking way.
“Aren’t I always?” she sighed, bored.
Candy rolled her eyes and headed towards the door. She stopped when she heard the overly-happy voice of the TV reporter call out;
“And in other news, a twelve year old girl from the quiet town of Chipping Campden was found dead in her bedroom. Her parents could hear her crying out for help but couldn’t reach her in time. The cause of death is still currently unknown.”
Chipping Campden…Candy mused, a frown on her face. That’s where we’re heading…Pushing the thought out of her mind, Candy walked out of the front door and jogged towards the car as Prop threatened to leave her behind.
The three hour trip passed with random conversation. It was revealed that the four of them would be staying in Darren’s cottage, left to him and his sister by their parents before they passed away. After a while however, the conversation turned to Ari’s hair.
“Why purple?” Candy asked curiously, fingering a strand of it.
Ari shrugged awkwardly. “I like purple” she mumbled, feeling foolish.
Candy smiled warmly at her. “Me too.”
“Here we are!” Prop called out as they passed a sign saying; ‘Welcome to Chipping Campden!’
Candy suddenly felt unease slip over her along with another emotion. Fear. Blood-chilling fear. She wanted to scream, to demand to be taken home but she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.
If she had known that Ariana was feeling the same way, Candy may have spoken out. But she didn’t. They both tried to dismiss the fear, to push it out of their minds.
Both were startled from their thoughts by a small jerk, Prop’s car pulling up in front of a sweet little cottage.
Candy opened her eyes to look at the cottage and suddenly felt physically ill. She let out an involuntary whimper, unheard by all but herself and got out of the car. She walked up the path and faintly heard Ari say the keys were under the flowerpot. Feeling detached from her body slightly, she bent and picked them up. She placed the key in the lock and turned it with trembling fingers.
She opened the door slowly and gave a brief, weak laugh when nothing jumped out at her.
“Nothing goes bump in the day Candy…” she muttered to herself.
Ari looked at her curiously before shrugging and entering the cottage.
Candy, feeling a little bit better began to walk inside. As soon as her foot touched the hallways carpet, a cold shudder swept through her body. Her heart felt like it had stopped and the colour drained from her face. Her head began to spin and she reached blindly for the doorway as memories which were not her own ran through her mind.
Four teenagers
Chanting
Pain
Girl being dragged away
Screaming
Laughter…horrible maniacal laughter.
The overflow of unfamiliar memories became too much for the sixteen year old blonde. Her vison blurred, her knees buckled and then everything went black.
I had never been one for scary stories. I was level-headed, logical and quite simply believed anything supernatural was a myth.
It’s quite funny really, how after one weekend, a person’s perception on life and life beyond humanity can change completely.
I sometimes wish that I had persuaded my brother and friends to stay at home on that fateful weekend. We would of never had to experience true evil and we would of remained ignorant of the true horrors of the world. After all, ignorance is bliss.
I remember that weekend vividly, it’s not something I could forget easily. I was thrilled that I, Ariana Clarke, self-proclaimed nerd, would be able to go on a holiday with the 3 coolest people in college. Granted, one was my brother and another was his girlfriend but nonetheless I was excited.
I can still remember the day that we left. It was Friday 16th March 2005 and…
Candy Redwood was saying a hurried goodbye to her family. Her cousin, Prosper Redwood, known as Prop to most, was putting their suitcases safely into the boot of the car. Ariana and Darren Clarke were inside the car, waiting patiently for the trip to begin.
“Be good.” Candy warned her eleven year old sister.
She looked up and cocked an eyebrow in a mocking way.
“Aren’t I always?” she sighed, bored.
Candy rolled her eyes and headed towards the door. She stopped when she heard the overly-happy voice of the TV reporter call out;
“And in other news, a twelve year old girl from the quiet town of Chipping Campden was found dead in her bedroom. Her parents could hear her crying out for help but couldn’t reach her in time. The cause of death is still currently unknown.”
Chipping Campden…Candy mused, a frown on her face. That’s where we’re heading…Pushing the thought out of her mind, Candy walked out of the front door and jogged towards the car as Prop threatened to leave her behind.
The three hour trip passed with random conversation. It was revealed that the four of them would be staying in Darren’s cottage, left to him and his sister by their parents before they passed away. After a while however, the conversation turned to Ari’s hair.
“Why purple?” Candy asked curiously, fingering a strand of it.
Ari shrugged awkwardly. “I like purple” she mumbled, feeling foolish.
Candy smiled warmly at her. “Me too.”
“Here we are!” Prop called out as they passed a sign saying; ‘Welcome to Chipping Campden!’
Candy suddenly felt unease slip over her along with another emotion. Fear. Blood-chilling fear. She wanted to scream, to demand to be taken home but she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.
If she had known that Ariana was feeling the same way, Candy may have spoken out. But she didn’t. They both tried to dismiss the fear, to push it out of their minds.
Both were startled from their thoughts by a small jerk, Prop’s car pulling up in front of a sweet little cottage.
Candy opened her eyes to look at the cottage and suddenly felt physically ill. She let out an involuntary whimper, unheard by all but herself and got out of the car. She walked up the path and faintly heard Ari say the keys were under the flowerpot. Feeling detached from her body slightly, she bent and picked them up. She placed the key in the lock and turned it with trembling fingers.
She opened the door slowly and gave a brief, weak laugh when nothing jumped out at her.
“Nothing goes bump in the day Candy…” she muttered to herself.
Ari looked at her curiously before shrugging and entering the cottage.
Candy, feeling a little bit better began to walk inside. As soon as her foot touched the hallways carpet, a cold shudder swept through her body. Her heart felt like it had stopped and the colour drained from her face. Her head began to spin and she reached blindly for the doorway as memories which were not her own ran through her mind.
Four teenagers
Chanting
Pain
Girl being dragged away
Screaming
Laughter…horrible maniacal laughter.
The overflow of unfamiliar memories became too much for the sixteen year old blonde. Her vison blurred, her knees buckled and then everything went black.
