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Post by Weeterrier on Oct 28, 2008 9:03:17 GMT
The wind was howling, and the rain battered on the window, but Jackie didn't mind in the least. She was curled up in her favourite chair watching 'Desperate Housewives' with a glass of her favourite tipple and a box of Maltesers. Oh, how glad she was to have the huge Hotel to herself for once, she got so tired of the guests from the mainland coming over for their Breakaway holidays, but the money was good so she put up with their whims and endless demands. She had been spared this weekend's crowd of bores because the boat which brought them over had sunk and there was no other way to get to the island. They would have to stay in one of the Hotels across the bay. What did she care, she was going to make the most of her time alone. Suddenly, she heard a noise. The old building was full of strange noises, it unsettled the guests sometimes. Idiots! Some of them believed in ghosts. Perhaps she could coin in on that, do some themed weekend parties. What IS that noise? Not familiar at all. Jackie thought she should investigate. Damn, just as the plot on TV was getting interesting. Glass in hand, mouth bursting with sweeties, off she trotted to the big oak door. As she opened it, the lights went out................................  |
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Post by carolann on Oct 28, 2008 9:31:13 GMT
Oh no she said whats happened now? She moved to the side of the doorway and banged her shin on the old oak dresser. Ouch!!!! that hurt. Fumbling she found the drawer where she kept her torch..............
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Post by snowowl on Oct 28, 2008 10:47:00 GMT
She turned on the torch and the batteries were almost flat.She had very little light to see with.
She started towards the big oak stairs when she froze in horror.
The noise was getting very louder...........
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Post by Tig on Oct 28, 2008 11:27:05 GMT
Warily she fumbled to find the spare putter she kept in the gothic umbrella stand - her hand felt the cold metal and her heart thumped with fear as she raised it - ready to strike ...
In the pitch black, engulfed by fear, she edged closer to the door and without warning ........
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Post by snowowl on Oct 28, 2008 12:42:45 GMT
She felt a cold chill rush past her.She was to scared to turn round and see what it was.
She stood still for a second and another cold chill was all over her.
She screamed............
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Post by Tig on Oct 28, 2008 13:57:10 GMT
a sound which echoed through the endless corridors and galleried landings of the old rambling hotel ... shivering uncontrollably she realised that that the place was now spookily quiet - the strange noise was no more.
"Get a grip woman" she told herself sternly, "there is nothing to be afraid of" Gathering her composure she cautiously made her way to the dining room.
As she approached she saw a flickering light shining through the crack of the door ...
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Post by snowowl on Oct 28, 2008 14:47:10 GMT
She looked round the door wairily and she saw a little girl in clothes she could not reconize.
The small girl was holding a candle and she had tears running down her cheeks.
Jackie the hotels owner said............
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Post by Tig on Oct 28, 2008 20:00:21 GMT
"Emilia!! Where did you come from? How did you get here? I thought you went home with your father on the ferry yesterday!!
Don't cry, I will light the fire and get you a blanket, you are white with cold"
Jackie turned to ...
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 28, 2008 20:05:48 GMT
pick up the plaid blanket that lay on the back of a dining chair when she heard a rustling sound behind her, she looked over her shoulder to see....
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Post by snowowl on Oct 28, 2008 22:22:50 GMT
There was another child standing next to the little girl.
But this time the child was..............
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Post by Tig on Oct 28, 2008 23:58:17 GMT
A young boy, soaked from head to toe, cut and bruised as if he had wandered, lost and alone through a winters night.
Taken aback Jackie stared into the eyes of the two youngsters - she could see fear in their eyes, dark reflective pools of sadness and concern. The french windows were ajar and the chilled night air wafted into the room. Outside the freezing mist had decended, and the sounds of owls hooting and screeching echoed in the distance ...
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 29, 2008 7:12:34 GMT
She peered into the distance
Was that a tall dark handsome highwayman on a horse she wondered? She could make out the outline of such and she heard the sounds of a pistol and the vision of what seemed to be a man on horseback wearing a black cape
He had a strong jawline, sensuous lips and wavy black hair falling over his eyes under his black stetson
She longed to know if .......................
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 9:23:38 GMT
This was the legendary Prince Charming the infamous Highwayman that rode through the night in search of the lost souls of the small children that...
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Post by Tig on Oct 29, 2008 11:33:37 GMT
ventured forth to find solace on dark wintery nights.
The fire was starting to glow and as she turned to offer comfort to the little ones she noticed ..
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 11:50:38 GMT
That they were beginning to fade.......their little bodies were becoming transparent, she was....
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Post by snowowl on Oct 29, 2008 11:59:32 GMT
Aware the room was getting warmer but looked outside to see if she could find the children.
Little did she know..........
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 12:21:49 GMT
that while she had been in the dining room with the children back in the long dark hallway stood a............
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Post by Weeterrier on Oct 29, 2008 16:35:03 GMT
gaunt figure. Pale and colourless, the man looked as if he had not had the sun shine on him for a very long time. His eyes were empty and his look forlorn. For many years now, he had walked the corridors of this, his home, at one time full of the laughter of children. Here he had lived with his wife, taken by consumption. But that had been a very long time ago. All he could remember was that one morning he had awakened to find his son had disappeared. He had grown old here with his daughter, her soul had gone before him to peace, but he could not leave this earth till his son was found.
He had thought he had heard the voice of a boy behind this door............dare he open it...............
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 16:38:01 GMT
 his frail hand shook as he placed it upon the doorknob and as he slowly twisted it the door creaked open, there in front of him stood.....
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Post by Tig on Oct 29, 2008 19:02:45 GMT
Jackie! Startled she let out another blood-curdling scream .............. Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh
This was turning into a nightmare - what was happening, all these strange goings on in the hotel? From somewhere in the darkness a phone began to ring ....
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Post by Ruthie on Oct 29, 2008 19:22:48 GMT
She rushed to answer it. "Hello I'd like to make a booking for 2 nights from the 13th November please" Jackie breathed deeply but found herself unable to reply, no voice would come. She wanted to scream and her throat muscles constricted with the effort. "Hello, hello, anybody there?" Meanwhile the pale man approached.........................
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 19:34:15 GMT
Jackie was so overwhelmed with fear that she fainted and slowly fell to the floor...
There was a loud rumble of thunder followed by an even louder crack of lightening which lit up the skies.....
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Post by Ruthie on Oct 29, 2008 20:07:58 GMT
The man rolled up a coat from the rack and tenderly placed it under Jackie's head to make her comfortable. She moaned slightly but remained prone and unconscious. The man shook his head in sorrow. None of this was her fault. He left her and returned to his quest as the lightening cast a sudden glow and the thunder cracked again............................
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 29, 2008 20:17:55 GMT
(Gosh this is scary.. ) somewhere behind one of those closed doors lurked the one thing that he searched for..... He came upon a.... |
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Post by Tig on Oct 29, 2008 23:46:38 GMT
glowing orb, that darted and weaved through the darkness - almost mesmerising him - transfixed he could not help himself ... he had to follow wherever it was taking him ... there was a strange smell in the air, something he recognised from long, long ago - he breathed deeply trying to recall the memory it stirred ........
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Post by JennyWrenn on Oct 30, 2008 6:42:56 GMT
..it was one of decay The orb changed colour into a vivid lime green and emitted huge droplets of slime - was this ectoplasm - would there right before him appear the very thing he really hoped to see It started to form into a ................  |
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Post by Missredhead on Oct 30, 2008 10:32:56 GMT
hazy shadow form of a lost child, but was this the one that he had been searching for all these years?
Alas, no, it child was not his son......
Forlornly he looked upon the child and asked.....
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Post by snowowl on Oct 30, 2008 10:50:16 GMT
Are you here alone or are there any more children with you the boy did not anwser. The man looked out to sea and could see a ghost ship sailing towards the island. He could hear childrens voices on the air from the ship out at sea.. He waited and suddenly...........  |
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Post by Tig on Oct 30, 2008 11:09:33 GMT
All the windows and doors in the hotel started to rattle wildy - the noise was deafening - he put his hands to his ears and closed his eyes tightly, expecting something dreadful was going to occur In his panic stricken state he almost didn't feel the gentle tap on his shoulder .... |
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Post by Ruthie on Oct 30, 2008 11:16:44 GMT
I don't understand what's going on, Jackie said, but I think we should stick together. There are evil forces at work here and I'm scared. As he turned to acknowledge her they were both transfixed by a vision of.........................
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his frail hand shook as he placed it upon the doorknob and as he slowly twisted it the door creaked open, there in front of him stood.....