confidently.
“Look there’s a light on down there,” Claude pointed towards the staircase which disappeared into the cellar below.
“I’m not to sure that’s a good idea, Claude,” I don’t know why but something inside was telling me to run, run as far away from that place as possible.
But Claude being Claude, convinced me he knew best so, I let him lead us down the wooden steps and into the dusty, damp cellar.
It was empty, nothing. A light blub was spinning round as it freely dangled from the ceiling. The sound of bugs and insects echoed through the hollow space.
“I don’t like this,” I felt nervous, but Claude and Olli had already reached the bottom step.
Once I joined them, I realised the cellar wasn’t completely empty. Sat under the staircase was the crow which Olli had chased, and positioned next to the crow, was a snow globe.
“Come on let’s not scare the crow,” I said turning to walk back up the wood wormed riddled stairs.
Olli could resist though. I should have grabbed him there and then, I should have played the mean big brother card, but regretfully I didn’t.
I let him run over to the crow. I let him pick up the snow globe. I watched in slow motion as the crow flapped his wings in temper. I watched as Olli dropped the globe causing it to smash into a thousand pieces on the floor. A cold icy wind blasted throughout the room, growing stronger and stronger.
The howling wind engulfed our screams as an unstoppable force dragged us towards the broken glass.
I reached out to grab Olli and Claude, with all my might I pulled them into me and told them to close their eyes. The hurricane like wind reached its maximum intensity, causing the light blub to shatter. Then darkness!
Cautiously I opened my eyes. We were no longer in the damp, cold, cellar and we were no longer in the cold winter air.
Everything had vanished. Our feet became wetter, darkness enveloped us. I looked down at the ground. Mud had replaced the hard cellar floor. We were outside, but not on our street. Claude and Olli clung on to me, not wanting to look.
That crow, the same crow as before, was soaring high above us and up into the heavy stormy clouds. He cawed down at us in temper. Then, he just disappeared.
“And then?” Matthew asked sitting on the edge of his stump, lingering on Reuben’s every word.
“And then,” Reuben repeated staring into the incessant fire.
“And then somehow, we ended up here,” Reuben swallowed hard trying to keep his tears at bay.
Matthew stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “The vicarage, Reuben, where was it?”
But before Reuben had chance to answer, Sam’s shadow appeared over the two of them, and quickly Reuben turned.
“I was just telling Matthew,” Reuben’s voice shook nervously.
“I know what you were telling him, Reuben!” Sam said crossly causing Reuben to stand and cowardly retreat back to his hut.
Sitting down on Reuben’s warm stump, Sam looked intently at Matthew. “Now then,” she started, “I think we should talk about last night, don’t you?”
Chapter Nine
Preparing for Darkmoor
Dear Diary,
You will never believe this, but Matthew and I are not alone. Yesterday we found a place called the forgotten, whatever that means! Anyway Thomas and Isabella are here along with lots of other people.
Sam is the lady in charge. She and Matthew are talking by the camp fire as I write.
The camp is ok. They have built mud huts for houses, which are very cold! And beds made out of trees, not quite luxury, but better than a muddy floor!
I’m still not sure what has happened to us. I don’t know if we will ever get home, although Matthew promises me we will. I really miss Mum and Dad.
Catherine momentarily stopped writing. Tears fell onto the page, and she tried to find the words to express her feelings.
Anyway, I don’t really feel like writing much more. It makes me sad. I’m going to talk to Matthew.
As Catherine wrote the words she could hear
“Look there’s a light on down there,” Claude pointed towards the staircase which disappeared into the cellar below.
“I’m not to sure that’s a good idea, Claude,” I don’t know why but something inside was telling me to run, run as far away from that place as possible.
But Claude being Claude, convinced me he knew best so, I let him lead us down the wooden steps and into the dusty, damp cellar.
It was empty, nothing. A light blub was spinning round as it freely dangled from the ceiling. The sound of bugs and insects echoed through the hollow space.
“I don’t like this,” I felt nervous, but Claude and Olli had already reached the bottom step.
Once I joined them, I realised the cellar wasn’t completely empty. Sat under the staircase was the crow which Olli had chased, and positioned next to the crow, was a snow globe.
“Come on let’s not scare the crow,” I said turning to walk back up the wood wormed riddled stairs.
Olli could resist though. I should have grabbed him there and then, I should have played the mean big brother card, but regretfully I didn’t.
I let him run over to the crow. I let him pick up the snow globe. I watched in slow motion as the crow flapped his wings in temper. I watched as Olli dropped the globe causing it to smash into a thousand pieces on the floor. A cold icy wind blasted throughout the room, growing stronger and stronger.
The howling wind engulfed our screams as an unstoppable force dragged us towards the broken glass.
I reached out to grab Olli and Claude, with all my might I pulled them into me and told them to close their eyes. The hurricane like wind reached its maximum intensity, causing the light blub to shatter. Then darkness!
Cautiously I opened my eyes. We were no longer in the damp, cold, cellar and we were no longer in the cold winter air.
Everything had vanished. Our feet became wetter, darkness enveloped us. I looked down at the ground. Mud had replaced the hard cellar floor. We were outside, but not on our street. Claude and Olli clung on to me, not wanting to look.
That crow, the same crow as before, was soaring high above us and up into the heavy stormy clouds. He cawed down at us in temper. Then, he just disappeared.
“And then?” Matthew asked sitting on the edge of his stump, lingering on Reuben’s every word.
“And then,” Reuben repeated staring into the incessant fire.
“And then somehow, we ended up here,” Reuben swallowed hard trying to keep his tears at bay.
Matthew stayed quiet for a moment before asking, “The vicarage, Reuben, where was it?”
But before Reuben had chance to answer, Sam’s shadow appeared over the two of them, and quickly Reuben turned.
“I was just telling Matthew,” Reuben’s voice shook nervously.
“I know what you were telling him, Reuben!” Sam said crossly causing Reuben to stand and cowardly retreat back to his hut.
Sitting down on Reuben’s warm stump, Sam looked intently at Matthew. “Now then,” she started, “I think we should talk about last night, don’t you?”
Chapter Nine
Preparing for Darkmoor
Dear Diary,
You will never believe this, but Matthew and I are not alone. Yesterday we found a place called the forgotten, whatever that means! Anyway Thomas and Isabella are here along with lots of other people.
Sam is the lady in charge. She and Matthew are talking by the camp fire as I write.
The camp is ok. They have built mud huts for houses, which are very cold! And beds made out of trees, not quite luxury, but better than a muddy floor!
I’m still not sure what has happened to us. I don’t know if we will ever get home, although Matthew promises me we will. I really miss Mum and Dad.
Catherine momentarily stopped writing. Tears fell onto the page, and she tried to find the words to express her feelings.
Anyway, I don’t really feel like writing much more. It makes me sad. I’m going to talk to Matthew.
As Catherine wrote the words she could hear
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