Prologue
"The man cowered in
the shabby, little corner of the small, dark room even though The
Figure had undone his shackle for his death. He was begging with
the towering figure above him. 'Please don't kill me!
What have I done to get here? I promise if you let me go, I wont
report this!' But his pleas fell on deaf ears, he was no
longer of use to The Figure. Just a waste of space. As the figure
raised a jagged dagger he had carved from the bone of his first
victim, he spoke for the first time in a deep, rumbling voice
that sent tremors throughout the man's body. 'And those
who read the book, were never found quite where you left them...
In fact they were never found at all.' The man's shrieks
pierced the air as the figure brought the dagger down into the
man's body again and again. The Figure wiped his blood caked
dagger and shut the door to the dingy room, leaving the now dead
man to rot in neglect."
Evelyn closed her eyes for a second, as if the story telling had made her exhausted. "Alright well that's enough scary stories for one night Timmy." She said as she strolled over and slid the book into the shelf.
"Goodnight ma." Timmy murmered, his eyes drooping. Evelyn started walking out. "Mum?"
She turned back, "Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you
too."
Hi Lovey's. I thought I would try write a book and see how it
turns out! As most books it starts out slow but it gets better I
promise :*
I'm not sure if this book is going to be popular but if you
could let me know what you think that would be fab! I'll try
& post every week unless it doesn't seem all that popular
with the crowd, so yeahh :)
Daizee xxx
PROLOGUE:
Moonlight
shines through the forest, casting spooky shadows on the ground
below. Wind whispering through the trees. The eery silence of the
night is deafening. Close by there is the sound of something
crunching through the autumn
leaves.
The person
stands tall with a black hood over their head. They look over
their shoulder every few seconds as if to justify they’re
alone. Next to them is a girl, underdressed for the blistering
cold night in nothing but a blue tank top, some pajama pants, and
boots.
The girl
follows the mystery person until they come to a cabin by the
cliffside.
The cabin
looks long abandoned, with broken shutters and peeling paint.
They walk up the front steps of the cabin. The wood creaked with
every step taken. The hooded person opens the door which is
barely hanging on its one
hinge.
The girl
breaks down at the door, crying into her hands. The other person
grabs her wrist and yanks her upright, forcing her along. The
girl notices the hooded figure appears to be a
man.
What will he do to her? How long will she be here?
Why her?
She breaks
from her thoughts and realizes the man has stopped pulling her.
Yet, she was still following him.
Why doesn’t she make a run for
it?
Without hesitating, she turns and runs up the stairs, out of the basement she has willingly followed the man into. She reaches out to grab the door. As she touched the doorknob with her fingertips, she felt a sharp pain on the side of her head. And then, darkness.