the knocking on the door...(lola) the knocking on the door…

It was the year 1805, a 14 year old boy was home alone. Wind that whispered and whistled in a horrific harmony hacked though the claw like trees. A torrent of rain plummeted down and fired itself like a thousand bullets at the ancient, worn window panes. It was getting darker and more and more eerie by the minute! Only the melting candle gave the room a dim light so that in every dark dislocate corner shadows loomed above him.

“don’t worry”, he said to himself, “Mother will be back soon and everything will be back to its rights!” he tried to make himself believe it, but somehow a tiny seed of doubt made him feel uneasy and frightened.

BANG! All of the sudden a sharp loud sound echoed around the hollow, empty house. The boy jumped and huddled up on the hard, cold arm chair. BANG! It went again, this time louder, more sharp and angry, the boy stood up, shaking. What was the noise? It sounded as if it was coming from the back door! But no one was here! Or was that what he thought?

Grabbing a big thick piece of wood from the fire box, he meticulously tip toed over to the back door, then he saw it…

The boy laughed out loud to himself, all it was was a tree branch! One of the parts of the tree had split in the storm! He sighed a huge sigh of relief and strode off… BANG!! a thump banged hard and furiously against the icy damp window, he whipped around, it didn’t sound like the tree branch! And it wasn’t!

A looming glowing gray silhouette floated just off the ground outside, a sudden mist filled the kitchen, then when it cleared the boy was face to face with the figure and yelled at it, “what do you want?!” He cried, it remained silent. “I said, what do you want?” but this time his voice came out as a scared and muffled whisper.

The boy was frozen with fear, paralysed from the evil look in its black hollow eyes! Suddenly the courageous boy thrust the wooden log at the ghost’s hooded head, it went right through!

“I…want…you…BOY!” mourned the voice. “I-want-YOU-BOY!” it crackled a menacing crackle of evil laughter. Suddenly everything went black…

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When the shaking young boy came to, he was in the graveyard he had visited so many times to pay respect to his dead father, but this time something was not quite right. oh no! instead of seeing to a grave, he was in one himself! He screamed and struggled with all his might, until the air came thick and musty. finding it hard to breathe, he stopped altogether. And blacked out forever…

Dishevelled and pale, the boy haunted his poor mother till the day she died, and now slinks along the darkest corners of the street yelling and screaming in the mist of the night…

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