Chapter SevenA Chapter by Harriet Styles
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I clutched the book to my chest as I ran down the hall and flung the cupboard open. It wasn't a cupboard at all. In fact, from what I could see, which was almost nothing, it was more like a small room. I heard someone coming up the stairs so I shut the door. Darkness surrounded me.
I took a step forward, tripped, and grabbed onto something causing whatever it was to fall on my foot. Ouch, I muttered. Slowly, I moved further into the darkness, hands outstretched. Up ahead, a bright light shone down from above, eluding the darkness. I stood underneath it and looked up. It was a window.
"Ally, are you up here?" Dad yelled. I continued moving away from the door, not sure what to expect to find. It was still light where I saw a ladder in the corner. I could hear Dad coming closer. So, taking my chances, I cautiously but quickly climbed it, holding on for dear life. The ladder ended and the darkness closed in on me. As I reached out my hand, I realised there was a platform. I crawled onto it and as my pupils adjusted, I could just make out the outline of an empty room. I ran my fingers along the walls until I found the light switch. I flicked it. Sure enough, the room was empty. But there, in the corner of the room, I noticed a small wooden box. I walked over and picked it up. When I tried to open it, it was locked. I wasn't surprised. "Ally!" Dad yelled again, his footsteps made the ground shake. Suddenly, the door opened and light intruded the room, hurting my eyes. I sat down in the corner, not daring to breathe. Without warning, I sneezed. Unfortunately, it was just loud enough for Dad to hear. "Hello? Is someone there?" I couldn't see him but I could hear the fear in his voice. Then, there was a clatter and a bang. "Ouch" I heard Dad mutter. The door shut and then there was silence. © 2013 Harriet Styles |
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Added on March 22, 2013 Last Updated on March 26, 2013 Previous Versions AuthorHarriet StylesBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutMy name is Harriet and I am 14 years old (15 in July). I know I am young but I love writing and apparently I am very good for my age (or so I have been told). When I grow up I want to become an author.. more..Writing
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