The spooky house

It all started because of my stupid jealousy and anger. I was almost emerald green in the face with envy at my Mum treating my sister Anastasia like a princess and ignoring me. My body could be ruby red with anger at Skye and Chloe and Holly, the girls who pick on me everyday at school.

They laugh at my silly name, Angel. It was my Dad's idea. The moment I was powdered, plump and pink, my Dad swooped down in my cradle and scooped me out. "My angel sent from heaven...that's her name Alison! Angel! You'll be a real angel!" So it stuck.

I am not an angel. Dad often says so himself if I so much as get a bad grade for spelling or not do my homework. Mum agrees with him, whilst Anastasia sits with a smug smile on her face.

I hate my family sometimes. I feel left out, so lonely. It's not fair-Anastasia gets lots of attention because she’s little and cute with a heart shaped face and delicate features. I am skinny with honey coloured skin and white blonde hair that falls to my waist, but everyone sighs and says that I’m just showing off if I wear something pretty like a skimpy top or a skirt.

That's why I am running away. I pack my sports bag with some clothes, make-up and lots of food. I run downstairs in my fluffy slippers that don't make a noise on the cream carpet. Looking in the cupboard, I find my sneakers. I slip them on silently, then pier around me. The television buzzed in the living room to my right.

Good. The coast was clear.

Here I go, I thought as I shut the door behind me with a click. I ran up the road to the bus stop. As I was waiting for a bus, it started to drizzle. “Matches my feelings then,” I murmured to myself.

Finally, a bus arrived and I got on. Luckily, I had grabbed my purse before I dashed out. It still had a £20 note and some pound coins in.

I paid my bus fare, looking at the miserable weather outside. Where was I going to go once I got off the bus? What was I going to do? How was I meant to survive? I could take a tin here, a can there…no, I couldn’t. I knew stealing was wrong. What if I was caught? I didn’t want to be sent back home.

I was still thinking about what to do when the bus suddenly came to a halt. I thanked the bus driver and climbed off the bus.

Whilst wandering down the street dreamily, an old, wrinkled hand grasped my shoulder. “Watch out kid, you’ll get run over.” He grumbled. I knew he was someone’s king old Grandad but I couldn’t take any chances.

I turned and ran until I couldn’t breathe any more. I sat on the roots of a tree, gasping for breath, when I realised I was in the middle of a deep, dark, forest.

I looked up and at once could tell a storm was rumbling up. So I hurried on, stupidly stumbling over twigs and roots. In the distance, I could see a house, tall and leaning to one side. A faint yellow beam shone through one of the windows.

Once I finally got to the house, my heart was pounding as big booms of thunder clapped above my head. I stopped to have a good look at this looming house.

First, I observed the house. The windows were shattered with great ugly cracks across them. An old, rickety porch was rotting away, trying not to tremble in the storm. The bricks that kept the house together were ancient with age and full of odd bricks. I noticed the door, big, black and towering. It had a lion knocker hanging from it. The door could easily fit a giant through it.

Secondly, I looked at the floor, and then gasped when I saw the crooked gravestone doggedly put in the moist, green grass.

Lastly, I glanced up at the sky. An eerie green mist hung like curtains behind this mysterious house. The moon was pushed behind the midnight sky.

Suddenly, the biggest boom of thunder roared in my ears. That’s when I knew I had to go in.

Cautiously, I stepped inside this terrifying house, scared out of my wits. As I did so, hundreds of eyes swivelled to fix their eyes on me. Creepy, I thought to myself.

I tiptoed my way through a maze of corridors until I came to the room with the light on. “Is anybody there?” I called several times, until finally I realised that maybe the house was empty. I saw that it was extremely late, so I settled down for the night on the cold, rigid bed, with the wind howling through the broken window.

Then I saw a figure by the window, a silhouette against the bright full moon that had unexpectedly shone through the window. I jumped up, backing away from the shadow, right up until I could feel the huge oak furniture behind me.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out, so all I was doing was opening and shutting my mouth like a goldfish. I tried to move, but my feet seemed stuck to the floor as if they’d been glued there. I could only shiver and tremble.

The figure could probably sense me, because it started to limp across the room towards me, whilst I just stood frozen to the spot. I wish I was anywhere but here, I thought as he came closer.

I noted all his features – his big and empty nose, dead eyes, sagging bones, no skin, rotting ribcage, baldhead and scratches all over him. His face was a rock. But then he smiled, showing tiny, neglected, yellowed with age teeth. A glint of gold glinted in his brown gum.

He coughed, sending me reeling back with disgust and horror. I could catch a whiff of; dead fish; rotten eggs; wasted takeaways and a lot more pungent smells. When I was reeling back I bashed my head on the big and elaborate wardrobe, blood trickling down my sore head. Then I saw black, as I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, it was broad daylight. I soon realised where I was, and darted out of the house, bolted down the graveyard, dashed through the forest, not caring when branches scratched my face, then sprinted for the bus. I made it home it 5 minutes flat. As I bounded up the garden path, my Mum opened the door, arms wide open, and tears of joy pouring down her face. Anastasia and Dad joined in the happy embrace. So they DO care about me! I thought happily.

After the most brilliant weekend, it was time to go to school. I suddenly felt anxious. Skye, Chloe and Holly will be picking on me again, I thought. But it was Ok!!! My Mum had marched up through the school gates and on the three girls to my form tutor, Miss Maisley, after I had told her what had happened in the previous days. Holly said that she was sorry and that they should have been more sensitive as I was fairly new to the school.

Soon I started to hang out with Holly, Skye and Chloe. It was great to have friends and a loving family. My life is bright and warm with sun rays beaming down on me.
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