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This is about a girl in a creepy house...
Natasha was an ordinary girl. She had friends, a boyfriend she really liked, and a life. That had all changed when her Dad died in a car crash. with weeks of careful mending Natasha had her whole, almost-perfect life back. Untill her Mum wanted to move house.
"Come on, why now? I have a life now! My boyfriend likes me still, after all this time, I'm doing really well in school, and my friends are gonna really miss me if I leave. Why can't we stay?" Natasha moaned on the way to the new house. Natasha's Mum was tense over the steering wheel.
"I'm sick and tired of having the SAME arguement, Tasha! We are moving! You may have the sweet life but George and I don't!" George was Natasha's five-year-old brother. He really didn't understand why Daddy couldn't come home. Patches whined in the boot. He didn't like car journeys.
Natasha slumped back in the car seat. She pushed her dark brown, shoulder- length hair from her ear and placed her ear-phone into her ear. She listened to music untill the car pulled into their new driveway.
* * *
Three weeks later, everything was up and running. Natasha's friends emailed her every day and so did Andy, her boyfriend. Suddenly, she heard a voice. Natasha was on her computer, in her room, by herself. Natasha paused. The voice went on again. It was silky, faint. Natasha couldn't make out the words. She sighed and carried on emailing.
But Natasha heard the voice again. She glanced out the window at the gloomy, dull weather. The silky voice became louder, more urgent. Natasha stood up and looked around her room. "H-hello?" She called out. All of a sudden, a cold, harsh voice spoke. "Natasha!" It whisperd once, hoarsely in her ear. She screamed and whipped around, to find....nothing.
That night Natasha put George to bed. "I don't like this house,' George cried,"It whispers to me, telling me to go into the garden..." Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes. "Those are just nightmares, George. Nothing to be afraid of. Mummy's just downstairs and so am I. No worries."
George yawned and fell asleep. Natasha went downstairs, and absent-mindedly wandered into the garden. Patches was in the garden to, but he was barking and growling. "Whats wrong, Patchey?" Natasha asked him, kneeling down to stroke him.
Suddenly, a soft breeze swept the garden. With it, a voice sung:
Ring a ring, a roses, a pocket full of poses,
The little boy, in his room, won't come out to the garden...
It was slow, menecing. Natasha froze to the ground, terrified. "Who are you?" She shouted across the garden. "What do you want?" Patches barked furiously. The same hissing, cold voice whispered in her ear. "Just a little boy."
Natasha scooped up Patches and ran inside.
"Come on, why now? I have a life now! My boyfriend likes me still, after all this time, I'm doing really well in school, and my friends are gonna really miss me if I leave. Why can't we stay?" Natasha moaned on the way to the new house. Natasha's Mum was tense over the steering wheel.
"I'm sick and tired of having the SAME arguement, Tasha! We are moving! You may have the sweet life but George and I don't!" George was Natasha's five-year-old brother. He really didn't understand why Daddy couldn't come home. Patches whined in the boot. He didn't like car journeys.
Natasha slumped back in the car seat. She pushed her dark brown, shoulder- length hair from her ear and placed her ear-phone into her ear. She listened to music untill the car pulled into their new driveway.
* * *
Three weeks later, everything was up and running. Natasha's friends emailed her every day and so did Andy, her boyfriend. Suddenly, she heard a voice. Natasha was on her computer, in her room, by herself. Natasha paused. The voice went on again. It was silky, faint. Natasha couldn't make out the words. She sighed and carried on emailing.
But Natasha heard the voice again. She glanced out the window at the gloomy, dull weather. The silky voice became louder, more urgent. Natasha stood up and looked around her room. "H-hello?" She called out. All of a sudden, a cold, harsh voice spoke. "Natasha!" It whisperd once, hoarsely in her ear. She screamed and whipped around, to find....nothing.
That night Natasha put George to bed. "I don't like this house,' George cried,"It whispers to me, telling me to go into the garden..." Natasha sighed, rolling her eyes. "Those are just nightmares, George. Nothing to be afraid of. Mummy's just downstairs and so am I. No worries."
George yawned and fell asleep. Natasha went downstairs, and absent-mindedly wandered into the garden. Patches was in the garden to, but he was barking and growling. "Whats wrong, Patchey?" Natasha asked him, kneeling down to stroke him.
Suddenly, a soft breeze swept the garden. With it, a voice sung:
Ring a ring, a roses, a pocket full of poses,
The little boy, in his room, won't come out to the garden...
It was slow, menecing. Natasha froze to the ground, terrified. "Who are you?" She shouted across the garden. "What do you want?" Patches barked furiously. The same hissing, cold voice whispered in her ear. "Just a little boy."
Natasha scooped up Patches and ran inside.
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