There are somethings in this world that are better left unsaid. There are secrets that should be left unspoken. Things lurk in the dark all around you. They hide in the shadows and wait for their prey. You are not safe. No one is ever safe. Be very careful. They could be watching you at this moment...RIGHT NOW!
Catalina awoke with the words of the old man still echoing through her head. Last night, very late at night, Catalina's friend, whose name was Alec, dragged her to an old man's house. The old man was known as The Caretaker, but nobody knew his real name. He always told odd stories to the kids who came by like her and Alec. Catalina had always thought The Caretaker was creepy. She was right. The Caretaker was the creepiest man who Catalina had ever met. Which was saying a lot around in her village.
Catalina glanced around the quiet room. It was still dark because of the cloudy skies. It was like London in her village, always cloudy. Catalina rubbed her eyes and slid out of bed. Her feet softly brushed against the cold, hard wood floors which sent chills down her spine.Catalina was a wire-thin, beautiful, fourteen-year-old girl. Her soft, bouncy hair was long; it came down to her hips. Her eyes were dark brown like the wood of an oak tree and her hair was silvery-blonde. She was tall for her age, but she was still short in the eyes of others and Catalina was alright with that.
Catalina quickly changed from her pajamas to her school uniform. It was a basic uniform with a black skirt, a white button up shirt, a black tweed jacket, and a silver and blue striped tie. Catalina hated wearing the uniform almost as much as she hated her school.Catalina let out an exasperated sigh and continued getting ready. S...
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...t likely the oldest thing in the village. It was completely made of wood and looked like it could fall apart at any second. The windows were boarded up and the house itself looked generally creepy. Catalina knew she should have turned and walked to school. That house was honestly none of her business. And yet, she thought she heard voices. They were faint, but they were there. Catalina found her feet carrying her to the boarded windows. The voices became louder as she approached. She pressed her ear against the boards out of curiosity. "Sir, there was a mortal with us!" That was Alec's distinct voice. Mortal? What was he talking about. "Aye, I know that!" That was The Caretaker's gruff, Scottish voice. "The lass deserved a good warnin'." he said grumpily. "I do not mean to interrupt," said an abrupt voice that was cold and smooth as silk. "but we are being watched."
...ng up the pebble road so they went outside to see who or what was coming to the plantation. When they went outside no one or thing was there one of the office workers there at the plantation said that they heard something so they went to see what it was and they saw a group of rocking chairs rocking all at the same time. Another one of the workers there said that she saw multiple things move across the desk tops. One of the couple tour guides there was giving a tour when suddenly a candle stick flew across the room. Another one of the staff workers there reported hearing someone crying inside of the mansion. A staff worker Mitchell borne was working alone one night inside of the mansion when he felt someone touching his arm. One of the tour guides was walking around when they did not have a tour and saw a figure sitting upright in one of the beds. ("Ghosts tales”).
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