Magenta dropped to her knees, her hands covering her face screaming and screaming until the deafening tapping stopped. After what seemed like years the tapping slowly started to fade until it was no more. Magenta took of down the path. She didn't care where she ran she just wanted to get away. Annoyingly, she found herself in front of the same sign again! She sank down into the same wooden bench and closed her eyes, wishing that she could just go home. "So you’re the trouble maker who is being destroying our world" mumbled a soft voice. Magenta looked up to find someone sitting daintily next to her. She was she was the closest thing to a human being, except she was just clothes, there was no body visible
This will only make sence if you read the one I wrote last week.
Magenta dropped to her knees, her hands covering her face screaming and screaming until the deafening tapping stopped. After what seemed like years the tapping slowly started to fade until it was no more. Magenta took of down the path. She didn't care where she ran she just wanted to get away. Annoyingly, she found herself in front of the same sign again! She sank down into the same wooden bench and closed her eyes, wishing that she could just go home. "So you’re the trouble maker who is being destroying our world" mumbled a soft voice. Magenta looked up to find someone sitting daintily next to her. She was she was the closest thing to a human being, except she was just clothes, there was no body visible
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The Invisible Lady
There’s an invisible lady who lives next door. Looking in the mirror everyday wishing she could see her self, not knowing what she looks like, she wouldn’t care if she were ugly. Wishing she had flesh that was seen by all eyes. Everyday she sits in the park reading while people admire her and take photos. When people pass by they gasp in disbelief, thinking what an amazing artwork but gasp even more finding out she is not, in fact some faint. Some think she’s a ghost haunting the town terrorising everyone she passes by. Who knows who or what she really is. The tapping sound grew louder and louder. The little boy Matthew who was in his house all alone. The sound grew louder and louder Matt hid under his bed. He didn’t know what to do. After a while he got the guts to go down to the basement and up to the attic and find some weapons to face whoever it was. While in the attic he found some useless stuff like a old Easter egg bunny. Going in the basement was very scary. Afterwards he went up to the front door and he opened it and the door flung backwards. On the doorstep his dad was standing there because he forgot the keys.
The tapping sound grew louder and louder, the lightning crashed and echoed through the house. The rain grew heavier and heavier… it made a swishing and a splashing sound. The wind howled. While the storm carried on, I lay in my bed waiting and waiting for the tapping to stop… But it unwillingly would not. So I curled up in my bed while my blanket covered me, full of warmth and protection from the dark. Hoping it would also protect me from the tapping of the crow sitting outside the window waiting and waiting…
This will only make sense if you read last weeks one.
As Magenta studied the sign she noticed the floor starting to slowly adjust, as if it wasn't use to being... there. "she stands" crooked a freakish voice. Magenta spun around, catching a glimpse of a toad in a waist coat, that slowly turned into her oldest brother. He wasn't facing her, but facing another cloudy figure. Slowly his head turned a full circle while the rest of his body stayed completely still. His eyes rested on Magenta as she stood there frozen with shock and horror. Slowly at first a strange tapping noise started invading Magenta's brain. The tapping sound grew louder and louder, until she could take no more... Chapter 1~ Old cottage
"Lost Lake" Lucy repeated over and over in her head trying to make any sense of the sign, the fall, the blackened bush around her and just where exactly she was. The sign was black as well but not enough that she couldn't read what it said in its silver writing. Just as she rounded the corner she slammed straight into an old red brick cottage. She went up to the door and knocked politely twice. After no answer on her third try she went against all her manners and pushed open the door... One day there was a boy called Ralph. He was going to catch a train to “lost lake” library. But once he stepped on the train there was a big problem. He started turning into a Komodo dragon everyone screamed and ran away. So for the rest of the day on the train he thought about what happened to him. Once he got off the train he tried to go to the doctor but nothing was open. So he sat there and decide he would go home. So when he got to a bus stop, the bus arrived and Ralph stepped on and changed into a human.
In the Lost Lake the shadows crawl, creep, like a nightmare waiting to scare, they wait and wait and wait…
The steady beat of a heart is all you can hear, silence rests everywhere. The misty fog lays down on you like a blanket. Fear falls down your back and the darkness swirls inside you. The air stops flowing inside you, you scream horrifying noises of fear. Your eyes slowly lose life. Memories, thoughts, feelings, emotions all fade away the want of life leaves you. You give up. You became one of them, a screaming shadow of the Lost Lake. Magenta and her two older brothers where trudging through thick forest early before dawn. The clouds where changing from a deep purple to a vicious red. Magenta was lumbering behind her older brother as she tried to catch up. A small twig caught Magenta's foot, tripping her up. She tumbled down the slope of the gorge her siblings where walking on, gashing her knees and arms. She landed in a ditch underneath a small bridge. She pulled herself upwards with the help of the rocky walls, and sore that she appeared to be in the same path as before. She limped over to a sign post. She brushed her fingers over the hard and ruff surface of the ! sign post, it was surprisingly warm. She studied the sign but could not find any writing. After circling the sign, the words appeared in gold writing. Magenta read the two words with a confused look on her face. "THE LOST LAKE"
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