The Attic

She opened her eyes, grumbling "What the hell is this?" she asked, looking around the old, dusty room. Her eyes widened and gasped as she saw a shadow flit around the room. The girl scrambled backwards into a corner, the floorboards creaking in protest. She forced herself to take deep calming breaths, watching the disturbed dust dance in the air. Her blood turned cold as she felt a cool breeze down her neck... The line under the title is covering MY Wattpad name, I didn't steal it. It might be okay to be a green rating, but better safe than sorry

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1. The Attic

I co-wrote this with a girl who sits with me in RE when we were bored in a lesson (hence it being a bit rushed)
 

She opened her eyes, grumbling "What the hell is this?" she asked, looking around the old, dusty room. Her eyes widened and gasped as she saw a shadow flit around the room. The girl scrambled backwards into a corner, the floorboards creaking in protest. She forced herself to take deep calming breaths, watching the disturbed dust dance in the air. Her blood turned cold as she felt a cool breeze down her neck.

"Hello Adeline." A man's voice greeted her calmly and quietly from behind her. It was the calmness that frightened her,  quiet and sinister.

"H-how do y-you know my n-n-name?" Adeline stammered terrified. The disembodied voice didn't answer the question.

"Do you know where you are?" he whispered darkly. Adeline tensed, looking over her surroundings with terrible clarity and understanding.

"Yes.' She replied hoarsly.

"Clever girl.' The voice acknowlegded, his tone slightly mocking, slightly impressed. She slowly rose to her feet, the simple white dress she wore, now tainted grey from the ancient dust.

"This is....my home..." Adeline muttered, her brow furrowed.

"Yes, yes it is." The male voice breathed softly.

"But-but I'm in the attic. How can I be in the attic? No one can get into the attic." Adeline demanded confused. There was no answer. She cleared the dust on the floor to reveal a trapdoor. She smiled, hopeful. Adeline tugged at the handle. Locked. But there isn't a lock...she stood up and ran to the towards the window. A cold, strong hand grabbed her arm and spun her around to face the kidnapper. Adeline raised a hand to her mouth in shock "Mark!".

He looked a silvery colour and his outline seemed to waver, making him seem like a mirage. "Don't" He stated simply, offering no explanation.

"How?"

Marks expression hardened and he dropped his hand that firmly gripped Adeline's arm, mysteriously passed through her shoulder Adeline shivered from the ethereal touch. "How? The question is 'what' not 'how."

"No. It is most certainly how, Mark" Adeline replied firmly.

Mark sighed, folding his arms and leant against the wall. He appeared to switch from gas to solid with seeing ease. He glared upwards a moment, muttering under his breath. Mark looked back at Adeline, his silver, enigmatic eyes unreadable. "Things have changed."

"You're dodging the question."

"I'm dodging it for a reason you stupid girl," He retorted harshly "and you know very well how I died."

Adeline's face changed from curiosity to anger. "Of course I know how you died, I'm asking how can you be here!"

"Things have changed." Mark repeated, pausing for deep breaths before he continued.

Adeline smiled faintly, seeing the dead person breathe again. "Habit." Mark said sharply, startling her. She opened her mouth to reply, but quickly closed it again. "Anyway, I had to take you up here. People want you dead, Adeline."

Adeline felt woozy "What?!"

Mark's face darkened "They know you killed me. My father has the whole town hunting you down."

Adeline choked a sob "It wasn't me! I swear on my life!"

"Exactly the response I was looking for." Mark smiled evilly, drawing a shard of glass from his trouser pocket. Adeline backed away, trembling, from Mark, her eyes glistening with unshod tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Adeline wept, pressed against the wall. Mark took a step towards her playing with the piece of glass in his ghostly hand.

"Well, we'll see just how sorry you are, won't we."

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