needed to get into the strange room next door before she had company. Picking and peeling away at the paper and the small chunks of chalk the hole was getting bigger by the minute. Now Amber could just about push her face into the craggy hole, so she did, it smelt stuffy, like daddy’s old football socks.
Now she could see an empty birdcage with a sheet hanging off the one side of it and an old set of golf clubs but then in corner of the dusty loft was the ‘piece de resistance’, a dolls house as big as Amber had ever seen. To think it had been only next door within reaching distance all this time, for a split second she forgot about grandad and stinky dog woman.
‘Ammmmmberrr!’ The blood curdling cry made the little girl snap back into reality and she turned around quickly.
There clawing his way into the loft, blood streaming from his arms where his skin was being torn on the splintered wood was her grandfather Cyril Meadows. Gnashing his teeth and spitting blood his bulging black eyes were transfixed on his young Granddaughter. He let out another howl and then he pulled himself into the loft as naked as the day he was born.
Amber panicked and screamed, she doted on her grandad but this creature scraping and slithering into her room wasn’t the grandad she knew and loved. Using both arms she smashed the sides of the small hole and pushed her way into the loft next door but got stuck trying to squeeze her shoulders through. Amber screamed again when she could hear the footsteps flapping behind her.
Cyril Meadows stumbled over the floorboards like a drunken sailor on shore leave coughing as he went. Bewildered and rabid he looked wildly from side to side looking for his little girl. He coughed again, more blood spilling from his mouth, he then sprayed out the last droplets at the wall. He could hear screaming, a little girl screaming but it was hard to detect where it was coming from as it mingled with the high pitched screeching that was endlessly rattling around his now mulched brain. Then he could see feet, little feet kicking out. Cyril became excited, he licked his lips and staggered towards the movement.
Amber heaved with all her might, she could hear the slathering and slapping of her grandad’s naked body getting ever closer. She managed to get one shoulder through and then the other followed, then like a wriggling worm she slid through to the other side but just as she was about to land a cold clammy hand held onto her right foot.
‘Get off!’ Amber squealed kicking out in terror. It was no use the hand was like a vice and it was getting tighter by the second. She managed to turn herself around to face the hole but wished she hadn’t when through the gloom she could see grandad trying to bite off her toes.
‘Noooooooo grandad!’ She cried. Amber then used her other foot like a missile and launched it back through the hole. It caught him on the cheek bone and it instantly shattered.
Cyril Meadows let out a spine chilling shriek and let go of his granddaughter’s foot. His face felt as though it was on fire and the pain crashed into the nerve endings of his teeth and shot down his throat. He moaned and groaned holding his face, blood seeping out of his nostrils, he wasn’t going to give up that easily though, not when the prize was so close.
Amber fell to the loft floor with a thump and the dust flew into the air. Coughing and spluttering she got to her feet but as soon as she did a pair of bloody hands came at her. She backed away but the bony fingers grabbed her pyjama top and wouldn’t let go.
‘Please grandad go away!’ She pleaded loudly.
Cyril Meadows smashed his head through the hole in the wall, plasterboard flying into the air.
Amber screamed so loudly that all the birds flew from the satellite dish situated on the chimney pot directly above her. Reaching down she tried to grab a golf club but just missed, her grandad was now pulling her closer his teeth cracking together like a
Now she could see an empty birdcage with a sheet hanging off the one side of it and an old set of golf clubs but then in corner of the dusty loft was the ‘piece de resistance’, a dolls house as big as Amber had ever seen. To think it had been only next door within reaching distance all this time, for a split second she forgot about grandad and stinky dog woman.
‘Ammmmmberrr!’ The blood curdling cry made the little girl snap back into reality and she turned around quickly.
There clawing his way into the loft, blood streaming from his arms where his skin was being torn on the splintered wood was her grandfather Cyril Meadows. Gnashing his teeth and spitting blood his bulging black eyes were transfixed on his young Granddaughter. He let out another howl and then he pulled himself into the loft as naked as the day he was born.
Amber panicked and screamed, she doted on her grandad but this creature scraping and slithering into her room wasn’t the grandad she knew and loved. Using both arms she smashed the sides of the small hole and pushed her way into the loft next door but got stuck trying to squeeze her shoulders through. Amber screamed again when she could hear the footsteps flapping behind her.
Cyril Meadows stumbled over the floorboards like a drunken sailor on shore leave coughing as he went. Bewildered and rabid he looked wildly from side to side looking for his little girl. He coughed again, more blood spilling from his mouth, he then sprayed out the last droplets at the wall. He could hear screaming, a little girl screaming but it was hard to detect where it was coming from as it mingled with the high pitched screeching that was endlessly rattling around his now mulched brain. Then he could see feet, little feet kicking out. Cyril became excited, he licked his lips and staggered towards the movement.
Amber heaved with all her might, she could hear the slathering and slapping of her grandad’s naked body getting ever closer. She managed to get one shoulder through and then the other followed, then like a wriggling worm she slid through to the other side but just as she was about to land a cold clammy hand held onto her right foot.
‘Get off!’ Amber squealed kicking out in terror. It was no use the hand was like a vice and it was getting tighter by the second. She managed to turn herself around to face the hole but wished she hadn’t when through the gloom she could see grandad trying to bite off her toes.
‘Noooooooo grandad!’ She cried. Amber then used her other foot like a missile and launched it back through the hole. It caught him on the cheek bone and it instantly shattered.
Cyril Meadows let out a spine chilling shriek and let go of his granddaughter’s foot. His face felt as though it was on fire and the pain crashed into the nerve endings of his teeth and shot down his throat. He moaned and groaned holding his face, blood seeping out of his nostrils, he wasn’t going to give up that easily though, not when the prize was so close.
Amber fell to the loft floor with a thump and the dust flew into the air. Coughing and spluttering she got to her feet but as soon as she did a pair of bloody hands came at her. She backed away but the bony fingers grabbed her pyjama top and wouldn’t let go.
‘Please grandad go away!’ She pleaded loudly.
Cyril Meadows smashed his head through the hole in the wall, plasterboard flying into the air.
Amber screamed so loudly that all the birds flew from the satellite dish situated on the chimney pot directly above her. Reaching down she tried to grab a golf club but just missed, her grandad was now pulling her closer his teeth cracking together like a
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