Mirrors

It's 1964 and Mila has moved from the ukraine to England. She moves into an mansion, in the heart of the Dales, to be percific were the bronte sisters lived. The ghosts of anne, charlotte and Emily haunt the house. But the brother Branwell, is making it hard for her. He tells her on her first night that there will be a murder in the village of a woman named Geogie mills, will she see the culprit? and if she does, will the culprit do to her before she tells the police?

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8. Before I blacked out

My mum came through the door, my dad came after. A sudden smile, which before had been a deciving warm and friendly one, had now become of one which showed anger and hatred. Justin shut the black-out blinds from 1945 and walked out. As he passed me I grabbed his arm. He looked down on me, with a slight scared and withered expression.

"Please don't leave." I begged

"You know I can't Mila; you know what the situation is. I need to go, I've got to catch a plane," He paused before turned to face Darius and said, raising his hand in a wave "Goodbye my loved ones, see you soon enough."

Victoria was still standing, she looked rather baffled with the situation. She obviously either have no idea what on earth what were saying or was uterly confused with the situation. I could only see the preminition of  the three people standing up. A slight light came through the sides of the black out blinds, leaving me not to squint as hard to tell who is who and if anyone had moved. Suddenly, the living room door creeked open, leaving me to let out a absolute squeel of terror. Justin slipped out of the door before unlocking the front door which took some time.

I stood up and left the living room and quickly ran down the hard wooden floor.

"Please get the police!" I whispered.

Something wasn't right. I could hear the sound of someone struggling to breathe. I felt someone grab the shoulder of my striped dress and flung me to the bottom of the hard brick stairs. Next thing I knew was a painfull sensation , making me foget how to breathe. The last noise I heard was a muffled scream. Then I heard nothing just a constant whistle repeating in my ears, like the wind. My eyes flickered shut and the pain was getting more numb by each repetive whistle. By which time I couldn't see anything but a bright light in the distance, coming closer before engulfing me. It lifted me up and carried into a peacefull, happy, painless paradise.

 

 

 

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