Never step in the shack

The large gate

Hi guys! this story is not about one direction but i guarantee you will like it.  This story came into my head when i was listening to a song. I hope you like it.

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I'm Rachel, a journalist living in Cheshire, London and I go to different places to look for a good adventure and a story worth telling. I never stop exploring and now i find my self lost and standing in front of a big gate.

I slide open the rusty black door which leads to a dark and gloomy shack. What could be in there?, should i go inside? I had all kind of thoughts rushing through my mind, i didn't know if i should step through or not. . What's so bad about stepping into an old shack? i mean…if something happens all I need to do is run out. I slowly pluck up the courage to start walking into the shack. There were spider webs clinging to every part of the wall, fish hooks in cupboards and old books stacked on one side. I wonder what kind of person lived here. My eye catches an old dusty journal sitting on a spoilt wooden table, I cautiously walk around to the journal peaking around every bookshelf making sure theres nothing waiting to grab me around the corner. This last entry in this journal was dated back to the 13th of February 1863, I'm surprised no bodies bothered to come to this shack to discover all the secrets that maybe hidden within.

~13th February 1863~ Im lost, I don't know what do! should i go with them or not? If i don't they will search the shack for my secret weapon. I can't let that happen, i must go.

Thats it, thats the last entry all the rest has seemed to be ripped off by what seems like very sharp claws, this could one of the greatest stories to be published but there needs to be more to this story. Who is referred to as them?, What is the secret weapon and where could it be? My brain hurts from all the thoughts and questions spinning in my head, it's better to rest and have a refreshed mind ready for all the investigating i have planned for tomorrow. Its getting very dark and there is no form of light anywhere. I slowly stand up and find an old lantern sitting on top of a bookshelf, i light it up and take it to a little corner which for some reason looks like the most cosiest and safest spot in here. I rest my head on the wall after dusting some of the cobwebs. I look at my watch and the clock hands seem to be spinning in all directions when in fact it should be going in *one direction*. Very interesting…, i stare at the clock hands and slowly start drifting off to sleep.

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what do you think of the first chapter?, it looked longer when i wrote it but its actually pretty short..:)