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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.....

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29. What lay behind my bedroom door

When I opened my bedroom door, a horrifying sight had miracously met my intense and worried gaze. This is what led me to scream out in pure horror, as what I am about to describe to you will shake you internally. The vision of nothingness (which I hoped it would be) rushed out of my brain as my eyes were set on the disasterous scene which was laid out in front of me. As I have said before, what I expected to see and what I actually saw where the completely opposite ends of the spectrum.

The scene that was laid in front of my bedroom door went a little like this. Once a pale green chandelier was alight outside my bedroom door the remains of it was shocking, to say the least. The glass laid peacefully on the ground in a perfect circle, not a tiny piece of glass out of place. Inside of the perfect lime green circle on the wooden planks were a few droplets of a reddish brown colour which I guessed was fresh blood. There , of course, was a few droplets of dried blood mixed with the fresh. One noise unnerved me more than anything else and that was the continual heavy swinging that I had heard from inside of my door. A rotting yet burning smell met my dry nose, filling it as if it was water filling a glass cup. In my head I could imagine the smell of the dead body, slowly curving its way past all the light particles, invisible to the naked eye, to my nose. But of course , when I opened my eyes, what met it was the dead and unrecognisable body of this mysterious dead creature. The blood from the being glistened shamefully in the light of the green glass, the smell floating around the house.


The body that hung from the small swinging hanger (this held the chandelier to the much unloved, cracking ceiling) was in a dreadfull condition. Bruises from the top of kneck covered the snowy white skin, rather like footprints in the mud or in fact, the snow. Light brown freckles covered his small , rounded nose like on a small child. His eyes, probably once a bright blue looked a paler and wounded, it seamed as if the child went through a lot of pain in his life, or just before his sudden and (probably) stoppable death. Tears of fear and panic overflowed , making me shake all over.


The rope that was tightly bound around his bruised kneck was covered in dried and wet blood. A wound was hidden underneath the 'bandage' of rope. My quivering hand reached out to the rope, lifting it ever so slightly to see the extent of his wound. My hand, clean and pale was covered with a nasty amount of the boy's muderous blood. It drenched my pale hand like water in a lake, a duck landing into it , without realising its landing would be its last because of the tar which had been dumped into it.


The beings face was practically unrecognisable. Pure white skin covered with purplish and brownish bruises covering every few millimetres of it. Something about his face was rather familiar to me. Maybe it was his innocent , watery blue eyes?

Then it hit me. Turning to the wall beside me I saw a large bloody handprint smeared against it, nearly dried in some places.

The decapitated body body belonged to the poor little religious boy who is said to have died In the pit bull mystery.
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