Hey guys welcome back to another blog post! You guys are all book lovers – why else would you be on my blog? Books and stories are the main thing I like to write about, so I would be surprised if there was anyone who followed me who didn’t like to read. Today I want to share with you some of my own writing.
A bit of context
I have always loved writing and making up stories. I can’t remember a time where I didn’t enjoy writing. I have a Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature and Creative Writing (I just graduated, I can actually say that now!) and I have just started studying for an MA in Creative Writing. This piece of writing that I am going to share with you is actually the beginning of a story that I wrote for a class. I didn’t intend to write this story. I don’t know where it came from or why I was inspired to write it, though I do think my binging of The Haunting of Hill House had a little something to do with it.
I thought today, as it’s Halloween, would be perfect to share with you (very much a first draft) of my new ghost story. I initially wrote this aimed at children aged around 12, but after some feedback I was made aware that it might be a little too spooky for that age. Like I said, this is a first draft and I am still working things out. There’s a lot of editing that needs doing so bare with me if something doesn’t feel quite right or there are any spelling mistakes (but I really hope there aren’t any!)
I hope you enjoy!
“I’m telling you, this is a bad idea,” Eli said, climbing over the gate, trying to make sure his trousers didn’t catch on any bits of wood that were sticking out. “And slow down,” he shouted, trying to catch up.
“It’s not my fault you’re a slow coach!” Andie shouted from the front of the group. An expedition, that’s what she’d called it earlier, Eli remembered. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant, but he wasn’t about to let his sister make him look silly. She may be older than him, but only by a few minutes. Bobby, their next door neighbour who made the middle of their little voyage, looked back at Eli and shrugged apologetically and then ran ahead to keep up with their leader.
“It’s not that far,” Andie said, pretending to cut down vines with a wooden sword to clear their path. “Your little legs can rest soon.” Eli hated it when she made fun of him. He was younger, shorter, clumsier, stupider. She had everything. Even his ‘friends’ were the people who were actually friends with Andie and just pretended to like him because they had to. He picked up the pace, knowing that he could prove her wrong. I can be fast, he thought. Just you watch.
“I’m keeping up!” Bobby said far too enthusiastically. “I don’t even feel tired.” Eli rolled his eyes.
“Good for you,” Andie mumbled. Eli didn’t know why she kept inviting Bobby along to things when it was so clear that she didn’t like him very much. “We’re almost there, this way,” she said,
The three children stepped out from under the trees into a big green clearing. It was the beginning of autumn and the leaves on all of the trees had already started to fall. There were bits of red and yellow littering the ground like confetti. The grass glistened as condensation clung to every blade of grass, a thin blanket of water covering the ground. In the distance was a small house, no bigger than three or four rooms. It looked old, Eli thought, though he wasn’t sure why. He could tell no one had lived there for a very long time, but it looked like it was in perfect condition.
Andie stepped forwards, unsurprisingly leading the way. The two boys looked at each other and then back at the confident stride of the girl making her way towards the peculiar house before them. They each took in a deep breath and followed her.
It didn’t take them very long to cross the clearing. In fact, Eli wished it taken longer. There was something off about the house. Eli could just feel it, as though there was someone trying to hold him back. Every step he took forward felt more and more like a struggle, and it took everything in him not to stop in his tracks and not move any further.
“There’s something not quite right about this place,” he said coming to a halt at Andie’s side. She was standing right in front of the house now, so close she could probably touch it. She was looking up at it, past the tall foundation and right to the tip of the roof. Eli didn’t know why she was standing so close, her neck having to stretch so far back on her shoulders, but she stared at it without flinching, without moving.
“We’re not going in, are we?” Bobby asked. “It’s breaking and entering.”
“Just because your mum is a policeman doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have some fun once in a while,” Andie said, not moving her gaze away from the roof.
“She’s not a policeman,” he replied. “She’s a police officer.”
“Whatever she is,” Eli said, “I don’t want to go in either.” Andie snapped her gaze right to him.
“Why.” It didn’t come out as a question. Andie had made Eli feel a lot of things in their life together, but this was the first time he had ever felt afraid of her.
“It feels minister,” Eli told her.
“I think you mean sinister.” She sounded bored. Her eyes were locked on his, her head turned right the way to the side, her body still fully facing the house. “This way,” she said and quickly jogged up the stairs to the porch of the house. Eli didn’t know why he followed her, but without a moment’s thought both he and Bobby were following her once again.
“It’s not breaking and entering,” Andie said taking ahold of the front door handle, “if there’s no breaking involved.” It swung open.
The house was a lot bigger on the inside than it had looked. There was barely any furniture in the rooms. Eli thought it kind of looked like one of those houses that were stripped of everything that made them a home so people could sell them easily. His dad did it, for his job. Took everything away from them, all their memories and personality, leaving them as a shell for someone to come in and claim as their own. Bare. Empty. Cold.
That’s what this house was. There was no colour anywhere, no sign it had ever been lived in. How horrible it was, Eli thought, for a house to have never been alive.
Eli and Bobby were looking around, taking in the strangeness of the place. Andie, however, was already off again, making her way through all the different rooms with clear intent.
“What are you looking for?” Bobby asked her.
“I don’t know,” she replied. “But I know I’ve got to find it.” She turned and walked through the hallway towards an alcove which held a staircase. Eli followed her, Bobby close in his wake, but when he moved out of the hallway and into the alcove Andie was gone.
“Um, where’d she go?” Bobby asked. Eli just shook his head. Before them was not one staircase, but two. One leading upwards, seemingly to the outside of the house, and one leading down.
“Andie?” Eli called. Nothing. He remembered the way she was stood before they entered the house, her eyes fixated at the roof. Eli moved towards the staircase that lead up, taking the handrail. He was already on the second step when he heard a noise. He stopped.
“Do you hear that?” he asked Bobby.
“It sounds like a baby.”
“Why would there be a baby here?”
“I don’t know,” Eli said, turning around, walking back down the stairs. “But it sounds like it’s crying.”
“E, I don’t hear anything,” Bobby called from behind him. “Come on,” Bobby continued, “let’s find Andie and get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.” But Eli didn’t hear him. He was already making his way down the stairs, into the darkness.
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