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Part 1- The Letter
Part 2 The Town
Part 3- The Curse
Part 4- The Story
Part 1- The Letter
She glanced out the window and sighed. The sky was rather dull and black heavy looking clouds covered it like a blanket. Angela had planned to go out and enjoy her day off from work. However, the chances of that were looking very slim. The dark clouds predicted that it was going to rain, very soon. She turned from the window and took a seat on the sofa, wishing that the weather would clear up, but if it didn’t at least she could search for houses and flats online. It was about time for her to get her own place, now that she was 23 and had a job to look after herself.

Angela heared post come through the letter box, so she went to go collect it. There was a small pile of letters on the floor. She bent down to pick them up, and she found among them one that was addressed to her in fancy, small hand writing. She took the letters in to the living room just as her mum left the kitchen. "Is there any letters for me?" She asked.

Her mum was a tad smaller than her at 5 foot 4 and she had the same dark curls as Angela. Everyone always said that their hair was beautiful but they hated it. It always got notty and was too thick.

"Yeah," Angela answered, handing the other letters to her mum. Then she opened her own letter and began to read it.

Dear Angela,

I now I haven’t been in touch for years, and you probably don’t know me, but I have been ill for many years. I am your great aunty Robyn, and you are probably wondering why I am writing to you now. Well I am becoming very ill and I need someone to take over my house. I would rather give it to a family member than a stranger, so I want to give it to you. It has already been fully paid for so you wouldn’t have to pay anything for it. If you are interested in it please come visit on the 25th July. My address is 14 Brightlake Avenue, I look forward to seeing you.

Love,

Aunty Robyn

That is todays date. She didn’t have much time to get ready if she was going. Maybe she should go because she had been looking for something to do all day. "Who’s the letter from?" Angela’s mum asked.


"From my great auntie Robyn," she answered. "

"Oh, how is she I haven’t heard from her in a long time?" Her mum asked.

"She said that she is ill."

"Yeah, she hasn’t been well for a long time. What did she want?"

"She wants me to go view her house. She wants to give it too me."

"That’s very nice of her."

"She wants me to come today so I’m going to go get ready," she told her mum and went upstairs. Then she came back down stairs with a small bag. "See you later mum," She said and then left the house, running to her car. Once inside the car she turned the heating on and started the engine. After that she typed in the address into the Sat Nav.

As she drove a thick, dense fog began to block her view so she had to turn on her headlights. It didn’t help much but it was better than nothing.

The drive to her auntie’s was longer than she thought it would be, and it was starting to get dark. She turned onto her auntie’s road and it had become a lot more foggy so much that she could hardly see out of the window. The street seemed as if it had been deserted for years. No lights and no people were about. Maybe they were all in bed but she hardly doubted it because it was only 8pm. Angela thought about turning back and leaving because something didn’t seem right, the street felt unnerving, but she had traveled so far. She just carried on driving till she reached her aunty Robyn’s house. She got out the car nervously. She thought she saw a upstairs curtain move; although, it might have been her imagination from the nerves she was feeling.

Though she was feeling this way, she knocked on the door. An old, ill looking woman answered. The woman looked really tired and worn out.

"Hello, I’m here to see my auntie Robyn," Angela said.

"Oh, you must be Angela. I am your aunty Robyn and it was so nice of you to come," she said. "Come in." She entered cautiously.

The inside was decorated with old furniture and wall paper. It didn’t look as if it had been decorated in years. There was a huge grandfather clock in the corner of the room. "Take a seat and I will go get you something to drink," her auntie said.

"It’s fine I can get my own." She didn’t want her to run around for her if she was ill.

"If I sit down and let you do it I will feel useless," she said and entered the kitchen.

Angela looked around the room and then the grandfather clock chimed twelve o’clock. The room grew colder, in fact it had become freezing. She shivered with goosebumbs. Something told her that she should leave as soon as she could. Angela looked around but there was nothing there. She sighed; she was letting her imagination get the better of her. There was nothing wrong with this place. Her auntie seemed pretty normal and friendly, so she didn’t know why she was thinking something bad was going to happen.


As she was calming down she heared loud breathing in her ear which made her jump off the sofa. Angela looked back around the room, frightened. It couldn’t just be her mind playing tricks. As if to prove that she wasn’t imaging things a woman in a tatty-bloody dress slowly appeared in the corner of the room, right next to the grandfather clock. When the last chime played she disappeared.

"Are you ok? You look as if you have seen a ghost," she heard her auntie. ask and she turned to face her.

"I’m fine. Thank you for the drink," Angela replied taking the mug from her. It was coffee. They both sat back down on the sofa.

"Why don’t you stay here for tonight, get used to the house to decide if you want to take the house?"

"Thank you but I don’t have any clean clothes." She didn’t want to stay but she couldn’t tell her auntie that.

"I should have something that you can wear to bed and I can wash your clothes for the morning."

"Thank you."

                        ***
Later that night Angela layed in bed unable too sleep. She knew she had seen a ghost, even though she kept telling herself that she had imagined it. It had been to real, she felt the unnerving feeling. Maybe she was going crazy but she felt sane.

She was too frightened to sleep in case she came back so she just laid there waiting for the clock to chime at every hour. It was a little after eleven and she dreaded when twelve o’clock arrived, but of course it came.

Ding,ding,ding. The sound echoed up the stairs, and wouldn’t stop ringing in Angela’s ears. On the fourth ding she arrived; the dead woman and once again she just stood there, but slowly she walked closer and closer towards her this time. She wanted to scream in terror but couldn’t. She didn’t want to awake her aunt. The ghost reached out her arm, as if to grab her. Angela jumped out of the bed and yet again the woman vanished at the end of the last chime. She climbed back into bed. Hopefully, now she could sleep with twelve o’clock being over.

The next morning she found that her aunty had placed her washed clothes at the bottom of the bed. She must have put them there when Angela had been asleep. Angela got changed, and went down stairs where her aunt had made toast. "Good morning," her aunt said.

"Good morning," She said back.

Angela tried to eat her toast as quickly as possible she didn’t want to be there when twelve o’clock came again. She looked at the clock it said it was eleven fifty nine. Angela hoped she would be out before now. "I have to be going now, but thank you for having me. I will consider taking the house. I will let you know," She said.

"You’re going so soon. Aw, well it was nice seeing you and make sure you do. Write to me," Aunt Robyn said.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." The clock chimed twelve and Angela rushed out.
It was still very foggy outside.

When she got out of the door, she looked up at the a window and saw her aunty looking out. How did she get up there so fast? It might not be her auntie but there was a old woman there, she was sure of it. Angela rang to her car and shut the door behind her as fast as she could. Her aunty and the ghost were coming out of the house together, walking towards her car. Why on earth is my auntie with her? She thought.

Angela tried to start her car but it wouldn’t start...

© C A Quinn,
книга «The Clockwork Witch's Curse».
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