Castle Alnwick first draft

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!