Wicklesham
In this post we're going to return for a brief moment to the scene of the first attack, sorry the photos weren't taken at night and don't have the atmospheric fog, of course, you wouldn't have been able to see much at all if I had taken them at night and I probably would've ended up rolling down the embankment in my trusty wheelchair, aiming straight for the river. In the morning, there might have been a mention in the regional paper at least. NEWS FLASH - Strange creature discovered floating down the River Thet! Could be a new book in that!! Below, I've added another snippet of chapter two due to certain people requesting an urgent need for the next bit. I won't embarrass them by mentioning their names. Jan, Grace, Hannah, Lizzie, Emily and Anna just to name a few. You know who you are!!!
Side door
Leo!
Before
Sam could reply, they were both scrambling toward the entrance. The bolt shot
home and Maya sighed as she slumped back down, landing on her backside. A
red-lock of hair fell in front of her eyes, but she left it dangling like a
ripped veil and peered at the pews beyond. I’ve
had enough of this. Climbing numbly to her feet, she limped over to the
nearest row of wooden seats and sat down. Sam stood, stretched, and joined her.
In the darkness her thoughts drifted back
to the evil creature; how it had felt the same as before, how her body had
reacted in the same way … horrific, frozen panic … and it looked like the same thing she’d seen nine years ago when her
brother had been snatched. She closed her eyes. But it can’t be … It just can’t.
Sam nudged her painfully in the ribs and
said in a nervous whisper, “Is it me, or is it getting lighter in here?”
Raising her head, Maya followed his
widened stare. He was right! At the opposite end of the church the stained
window above the altar, had lit up. She watched as a patch of light swelled
across its surface, forcing shards of rainbow colours to reflect across the
walls. Without warning, the pews rattled beneath them and the pulpit lifted off
its base. Wrapping her arms around
the carved lion at the end of her pew, Maya clung on tight while the whole
bench wrenched itself free from the bolts securing it to the floor.
“Not again!” she cried out.
Sam pried her fingers apart and pulled her
to her feet. “There,” he shouted and pointed towards a gap in a pair of ceiling
to floor curtains before putting his arms around her waist and pushing her in
their direction.
A cold draft lifted Maya’s hair as she
stood waiting for her eyes to adjust to the gloom of the bell tower.
“Sam, where are you?”
“Down here, near the curtains.”
Maya turned to see Sam’s dark form kneeling
with him peering through a sizable tear in the fabric. Stepping forward, she
soon found her own moth-eaten hole to spy through. Putting her face to the
cloth, Maya stared out into the church. Her breath caught in her throat. No way, it can’t be! What’s it doing here? The
same light which had aided their escape earlier by the embankment, floated
through the window and hovered in front of the altar. Sam jumped to his feet
and took a step back, a shadow of alarm touching his face. Maya forced herself
to remain still and not flinch backwards, she needed to figure this out.
“What’s it doing?” he asked, with a
distinct note of distress.
“It isn’t doing anything … Oh no … wait!”
Maya backed up.
“What is it? What’s happening?”
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