“But why??” Alice nagged her Mum, all her friends were going to the park but her Mother, Carla, wouldn’t let her. “Mum!?” She said yet again.
“Just no! Look, that park… It’s a dangerous place. I’ve heard stories of that place.” Carla seemed aggravated with Alice’s constant pestering. Alice groaned loudly and stomped out of the kitchen. Carla heard Alice’s bedroom door slam. She had never seen Alice act this way before.
Meanwhile, Alice flopped down onto her bed and talked to her best friend over the phone. Alice was a young girl, the age of 11 who had lost her father. She had short blonde hair with brown highlights. She was normally your typical golden girl, but this night she wasn’t going to stick to the rules.
It was 9:40pm and it was time for her plan. Her mother was in the conservatory finishing her report for work and her younger brother, Lewis, was in bed. Silently she opened her window and threw an old mattress, from out of the wardrobe, out the window and jumped onto it. It worked but as she slowly crept around the corner, she looked into the conservatory window and Carla was gone. Her mother had probably gone to check on her. This meant she had to make a quick escape. Alice sprinted across the 12 metre garden and got to the gate. She shoved it open and forgot to close it. Her night was only just beginning. Along the way Alice found a place to stop and change into some clothes that weren’t her pyjamas. She saw Marcus, Lola, Ella, James, Riley(girl), Emma, Cody and all of her other classmates playing on the playground at the park. She ran up, panting and a bit scared as she had never done anything quite like it before. “Hey guys!” She shouted from across the road. She ran across and played with them.
Whilst Alice was having fun with her friends, her mother wondered why upstairs was silent. Carla walked upstairs as quietly as she could. Once she reached Alice’s brightly coloured door it creaked open from the wind and left Carla in shock. She had found out that her daughter had gone out of the window. She darted downstairs and phoned the police and asked for a search party. Her heart was pounding then she remembered that Alice wanted to go to the park. She looked out the window and noticed her open gate. She knew exactly where her daughter had gone!
Alice was playing and unaware of the sirens of the police cars until one came around the corner. She jumped down from the monkey bars and ran to the bottom of the park. A bush had a small opening in and she crawled through. Once through, she put her back on the bush and stayed silent. She saw the glint of the search crew’s torches and the loud screech of the sirens still deafened her ears. “No she couldn’t of gone through that gap” one of the officers explained to the other gesturing to the hole that she had climbed through. She was relieved. However, she continued and found a forest. The trees were crooked and covered in black leaves. her blood ran cold in fear so she spun around to go but she saw rose thorns had instantly covered the gap – she was trapped. With no other choice she tip-toed through the maze of trees. She realised her life could be in danger at this moment and her eyes began to brim with tears. A single tear slipped down her face and she tripped on a log which wasn’t there at first. But she got up and continued.
It had been an hour since her journey into the forest started and she had found an abandoned shack. ‘BANG’ ‘BANG’. A knock at the door came through. Her thoughts mixed up inside her head. Should she open it? Or not? It came again. Alice chose to open it, besides it could be someone rescuing her. Gently placing her feet around the broken glass shards that covered the floor. But, when she thought she could safely put her foot down she slipped on a leaflet soaked with water. Her foot hit the door and it creaked open. Her voice begun a “Hello” until she saw what had made the noise…
An old woman, hair as long as a metre ruler, nails like knives and clothes as black as the night stood there. Her menacing face frightened Alice and she began to crawl backwards, her arms were frozen. But the woman started to run towards her. Her sight went blurry as she felt something travel down her throat, a drink of some sort, with a bitter taste. Her feet lifted off the ground and she felt light-headed. The rest of the journey was unclear and it came to blackness.
“Miss..Alice.” She came to. Her mind scrambled and she realised she was home, her family crowded round her and a police man tried to see what had happened. He got no answer seen as she remembered nothing of it. The police man urged her to speak but no words blurted out. After a while, the man left, un-happy with the lack of evidence he had collected. Her mother held her tight as she asked what happened. Her eyes spotted a trail of scars, cuts and bruises going up her leg.
Her mother bandaged her up and took her downstairs to rest. Her brother Lewis came down and sat beside her. “What DID happen?” he said. “I don’t know. It’s wierd, something happened but I have no memory of it whatsoever.” She replied, a little sad. She wanted to remember but couldn’t. To her it remained a blur.
A year had passed but since that night she always felt a strange presence following her everywhere she went. She had thought it was her imagination until, unluckily, she came face to face with something familiar again… and then…