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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.....


9. woken

I groaned, trying to roll over. Something that was attached to my arm pulled back ,quickly, making me cry out in pain. Quickly as I tried to roll over, I fell easily and quickly onto my back.

My eyes opened without any difficulty. Light filled the room at every angle, the warmth surrounding me. The light from the sun was one of shinig white light, like I saw the previous day. There were little raindrops scattered onto the window pane, ranging from the smallest of ones to the larger raindrops. 

A horrible wet, acid smell surronded me. It was a strong smell, this made me feel rather uncomfortuble. At this point I realised that I wasn't in my own bed, that I was somewhere else. I looked around, the room was rather large, it was painted using a rather brittle brush and white paint. The texture of the wall was rough yet not painfull that sometimes you get with the more modern buildings, like this one. Then after I took all this in, about the texture of theese buildings , the lay out, the room sizes, the electrical appliances such as I am attached to one, or rather two. It looked as if it was pumping some kind of liquid into my arm. Maybe the liquid held some kind of antebiotic. It was held by a long metal pole, at the top it had the room for an item such as this one. The liquid was held in a see through plastic, whivh relied on the metal pole to stay upright.

The horrible, wet, acid smell was still present in the room and I felt hot, unbelieveively hot. I started to breathe in and out, in and out, to calm myself down. A nurse must have seen me from the large, glass window, which nurses and freinds and family use to watch there patients and beloved ones.

"Water... I need water." I said when the nurse burst through the door, I thought she was esxpecting a life or death situation, not a young teenager asking desperately for some water.

My voice sounded old and broken, when you put on a radio staition and it is far away or not in the local area, it starts to crack and other strange noises start to take over, but you are able to hear your voice and manage to understand what he or she is able to say.

After a minute or two the nurse came back in with a glass filled with ice - cold water and a large jug, again full of water.  She placed it on the bedside table, which stood in the little space behind the matal pole. She put a straw into the glass, letting the little droplets go everywhere. After this she looked at the metal pole that towered over her slim 5"6 height. She started to mumble about something and hurried carefully and as quietly as she could out of the room. She must be after a much senior doctor than herself, as I guessed looking at the colour of her skin and the colour of her hair. She must have only come out of medical school, as my dad works here and he did say that they were getting a lot of aprentices this year.

A face that I deffinately reconised, it was the face of Mr.Sharma, one of dads closest friends.

"How do you feel?"

"My throat hurts, but apart from that I suppose I'm fine. Did you take any tests. Did I have another eppileptic fit because I forgot my medication?"

"It's a lot worse than that."

My face dropped dramatically. Was he going to say that I had luikemia once again? Last time it very nearly killed me, if it wasn't for Alexis I probabally wouldn't be here now.

"Don't worry you haven't got luikemia, we have done the tests severall times and we haven't found anyhting abnormal. Alexis has gone missing and the police are convinced that it was your dad that did it. Mind you he has acted quite strangely recently, don't you aggree?"

I said nothing back, doubhting that my dad did anything to hurt her, knowing something else could do a lot worse. Again the smell was againwas getting stronger than ever, the closer Mr. Sharma got, the worse the rancid smell became.

I closed my eyes and prayed for my dad and alexis. I was deeply shocked about Alexis dissapearance. Was it my dad that taken her away?

Mr.Sharma closed the thick, flower covered curtains over the window in which everybody can see into. I started to get worried. His face for a second looked angry and looked as if that he was changing, but when I looked back again, he looked normal as if nothing ever happened.


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