Turn Around (The coldest girl in Coldtown competition)

Did you ever feel like you were being watched, like the monster under your bed isn't just a childhood fear. Well you're right.

They hide in the darkness and the shadows, they hunt you till your back is against the wall and there is no where left to run. They feed off your fear, and rejuvenate themselves with your blood. They are the undead.

There is a way to survive, they will not harm you if you know they are their, It's their only law, their only rule. So if you want to stay alive. Turn around.

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3. Old memories

The old oak door creaked in eerie welcome, as though the wood itself could actually remember me. The chestnut, hardwood floors looked shiny and freshly polished. Just as I remembered it. 

"Hello" I called out, upon hearing no reply I stepped farther into the house. It was just as beautiful as I remembered it. Portraits of the family hung in ever available place and there was a crystal chandelier that looked like it might fall and kill you at any moment. Tapestries hung next to the portraits and there was a grand staircase that led to the east and the west wings, decorated with crimson, floral carpeting.  

I could still remember the day my mother and I left this place like it happened only moments before.

"You can't take her from here Christine! She takes one step out side this town and you will be putting her and everyone around her in danger!" My father screamed, storming down the stairs like a maniac.

"I won't let you trap her here like you've trapped yourself, Willow deserves better than that, better than this!" My mother screamed back. I had been crying in her arms as she gathered out things and dragged them to the front of the house. 

"Her powers will grow and she will be dangerous without proper education of how to use them."

"She isn't a witch Garrett, I don't care who else you drag into your little fantasy world but you won't drag her in." My mother exclaimed. 

We left Salem that day, and never once did I want to go back.

Yet there I was, standing in the middle of the house parlour wondering what the hell I was doing there. Actually I knew what I was doing there, I didn't have anywhere else to go. 

"Willow, Willow is that you?" My father's voice echoed from the top of the stair case, I looked over to see him standing there, dressed in his robe and trousers looking like the master of the house, and a tad overly dressed. 

"Yeah pap, it's me." I said, haunching my shoulders in discomfort. He made his way down the staircase and pulled me into a tight hug, my arms just rested at my sides as I let him hug me. It felt so awkward.

He set me down with a crooked smile on his face and just looked at me, like he was expecting something to happen. I only stared down at my shoes and hoped for the awkwardness of the situation to pass,  to no avail. 

"Um, how was your journey, did you... Did you have any troubles?"

"No it was fine, tiring though." I hinted, hoping he would catch on and show me to where I would be sleeping so that I could just rest, he didn't disappoint.

"Oh yes, of course. Your room is the same one you had when you left. Of course I've moderated it so that it's more to your liking. You remember the way" He asked and I nodded my head. How could I forget? It was still fresh in my mind just like everything else about this place. 

Just then a little ball of fluff came running down the staircase, recognising the toy poodle I knelt down and opened my eyes to her in welcome.

"Penny!" I exclaimed and cuddled the fluff ball. She was tiny, smaller than most of her breed but she was beautiful with black and white curly fur. 

I carried Penny to my room and saw that my dad really had changed it to suit what I liked. The walls were back and the carpet was blood red, I had always loved that. There was one small window with  crimson curtains that were dark enough that it could still be night even if the sun was high in the sky. My bed was king sized and had red pillows but black covering, silk it looked like. Opposite the bed was a chest of draws and on top stood a big T.V with what looke like sky, movies and a DVD player. 

I put Penny down in the little black doggy bed that rested next to my bed, she instantly curled up and fell asleep. Not a bad idea.

A few minutes later I was tucked under the covers, fast asleep dreaming of anything accept Salem. 

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