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In the remote village of Dedham a old myth about a man hanging himself on a tree in unusual circumstances is popular amongst the village. On Halloween 1902, Alice and her friend Alexis are late to the church, they see a shadow thinking it's just an adult running home to get something. But was it? Strange things happen and it seems as the myth is playing out in front of them. Will this kill them bboth? or not.....


14. damp blood

The liquid was thick,  which I reconised for someones blood. It couldn't of been blood from a small animal or a bird  ; it had to be from a recently dead child, or an adult. I pondered on this thought (the blood from what source? Why? Who did the blood belong to before it had been murdered?) for what seemed like thirty minutes or so when something struck me, it was as though lightening had struck and there is a more obvious cause why I was in here in the first place. It was also though the dead person or group of people had put their names into my head , telling me who they were but not why they were here. The name I got may shock you, but I have to mention. The name I got was Alexis; Alexis my best friend. I started to feel hot and clammy as though I was about to faint. My forehead felt creased as I questioned Alexis been taken away and being killed by a strange man in probabally a brutal way. A tear escaped the corner of my left eye, slightly cooling my previously hot and clammy face. I needed to cry, I needed to get some of the pain that had entered me in a sudden flash of possibillity. My friend could be dead for all I know and of course there was no more that I could do about it. At this point my fore finger was out of this persons blood, shaking like a leef. I was disgusted with myself that I was touching someones blood to me it felt as if I had actually killed Alexis (if it was her).

A blood curdleing scream filled my ears and surrounding area, it sounded so high. Then suddenly long fingernails scratched hard on the hard concrete wall. From the flicker of the flame I had only just realised that was placed in front of me, I could see a quick shadow were the crumbleing of the wall appeared.. The shadow was tall and dark, very rugid , build of a man. Possibly. But it could be a body of something different , something that didn't belong to my world, to our world. It was not part of the human race, or animal either. It seemed more brutal and evil, icey and queer. A grumble came somewhere behind the hard bars of my confined cell.

"Who is it..." I let my voice trail off. My voice trembleing slightly in fear. Whoever it was is kind enough to leave me a candle. Or maybe it was there all along?

I took in a deep breath, the stale air filling up my tiny lungs ; closing my eyes as I did so. I could feel a pair of horrible maybe evil eyes on me, I didn't open my eyes. "God help me, please!" I mumbled to myself, trying to calm the panic which had previously filled up inside me. I'm scared. A sniff sounded in the room , this was probabally me, but I jumped just as well. I finally opened my eyes, feeling a sense that the presence of evil that had previously was in the room, like a elephant in a place where it shouldn't be. The elephant has gone, I told myself, the elephant has gone. How wrong I was, how very wrong I was...

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