Castle
Alnwick Sandra 8B 7 November 2012
Once upon a
time there was a girl called Maryline. She was around 15 years old
and lived in Burford in England. Fore a couple of years ago she and
her parents took over an old castle from her mothers ancestors. But
they did not know one thing, the castle was obsessed.
When Maryline
was home alone one afternoon, like she was almost every day. She
heard something from the attic. She thought that it must be the rain
now again. It has been raining for weeks. But she heard the same
sound again. It sounded like a whispering or something like that. She
stopped hoover and put the waccum cleaner on the ground. She started
to go upstairs to the second floor. She was scared and it sent
shivers up and down her spine. She kept walking to the door which
lead to the attic. The stair to the attic was squeaking when she put
her foot on it.
Suddenly
something fell down the stairs, and rolled on her shin. Maryline
picked up something like looks as an old doll. She looked at the old
toy, and it seemed like the dolls eyes was starring at her like they
where real.
She put down
the doll and took one more step on the screaming stair. The attic was
large and very dusty. It could not have been someone there for
years. It was not many things on the attic, only some old cowards.
She had a hard time to breath. It felt like it was something or
someone who stifled her. She was scared stiff for some seconds.When
she could move again, she ran to the stairs and down to the second
floor. She felt how much easier it was to breathe. She thought that
it must be the dust. It was very stuffy up there. She went down the
stairs, and kept hoover again.
That
afternoon a thunderstorm began, it flashed, rained and blew the whole
evening. It started to get dark already. Her parents came home, about
ten o´clock. Marylin went to bed at the same time. She could not
sleep that night and she turn around in the bed back and forth. It
was someone who was on the attic, because she could hear footsteps
against the floor upstairs. She thought that it must be her father
who renovate the attic now again.
She went up
from the bed, and opened the door to her room, it creaked. She
slipped like a spirit to the door, which leads to the old attic. She
opened the door, and went up the stairs. When she was on the second
last step, ceased the footsteps and disappeared. She stood in the
middle of the attic and looked in the dark, but even if she could not
see anything. She was shaking like a leaf. But it was something how
pulled her against to oneself. The window was opening and something
put her to it. She screamed but nobody seems to hear her.
Beside the
door stood a young girl with long, blond and thick hair to her waist.
The girl must be around her age. She had an odd look, but Maryline
could see that the girl had been a pretty and a wonderful girl, with
an old beautiful dress on her body. The girl was like a shadow, she
looked like a spirit. Maryline gasped for breath, and something
started to creep down her neck.
The girl
whispered ´´welcome to my world´´.
In the same
second, Maryline was thrown out of the window. She fell out in the
chilly and darkened night. She was so terrified, and she screamed the
hole way down to the ground.
The next day
when Marylines mother should wake Maryline up, she was not there. Her
mother started to get nervous about her daughter. She asked Marylines
father if he knew where Maryline was, but he did not now anything
about it. They tried to call her mobile phone, but she did not
answer.
The
parents checked every room in the house after their daughter, but
they could not find her. Until they where in the attic. It was so
cold up there so the mother was going to close the window. When she
looked down she saw her daughter lay there lifeless, in a pool of
blood. The mother screamed and started to crying. Marylines father
ran against her to see what it was. Suddenly they saw the same girl
as Maryline had seen the day before. The girl with the long blond
hair and a lace gown on her body. The girl stare at them before it
disappeared.
They
called the police, and told about their daughter, and what they had
been seen on the attic.
Some days
after Marylines burial, an old man stood outside the door. And when
they sat at the table the man told them about what they have been
founded. He told them that, in 1887 Marylines mothers, grandmas
sister called Elisabeth Persy, had been taking her own life one
november night only 16 years old. Actually the same day as Maryline
died. And Elisabeth jumped out of the same window as Maryline had
fallen out from.
Suddenly a
young girl starring at them with a spooky face. The girl had blood on
her nightgown, and she looked frightened. ``HELP ME´´, whispered
she. They knew this girl, it was Maryline!
