Chapter 4

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Amelia was observing the walls which were red.

Suddenly Amelia screamed. Something was taking over her body and her voice changed as she whispered,"The...well...It is painted with the blood of your ancestors."

Then she turned back to normal.

She fell down,unconscious. After a moment,she woke up and asked her shocked friends,"What happened?"

They told her everything that'd just happened,and Amelia started trembling with fear. She got up,and the girls walked into a small cave in the well.

The cave was huge and it would probably take days,even weeks to reach the end of it. As soon as Anne saw this,she fell to the ground and started sobbing bitterly. Amelia hated seeing people cry,so she did her best to comfort her.

"Oh,you're being a baby,come on!",Fianna said,scowling (though in real,she felt like sobbing as well).

They walked on and when they reached a big black tree,they stopped for a rest. They sat down under the tree and started talking about how to get out of the well.

They were still talking when they heard a rustling noise.

"Look out!",Anne cried and got up hurriedly,but the others were too late. The long branches coming out of the tree grabbed Fianna and Amelia.

"Help!",said Fianna. "Anne! Help!"

Anne was too scared to move at first.

After a minute,Anne got over her fear as she knew she had to help her friends. She took slow,steady steps towards the tree and with one hand she pulled Amelia,and with the other she pulled Fianna. But it was no use.

She saw a candle on the ground which was melting. She quickly picked up the candle and and ran towards the tree and shook the candle (which was big) so that the hot wax fell on the tree.

The tree let out a strange noise and stopped moving as the branches let go of Fianna and Amelia. They both ran up to Anne and rejoiced.

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the girls kept on walking until they saw a huge table with mouth watering food laid on it. The three girls were famished,so they didn't stop to think that the food was dangerous. They ran to the table and devoured the roast chicken before gobbling up the chocolate pudding.

Now one more roast chicken appeared on the table with a fork stuck in its belly

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