The Book Of Untold Stories (Book one in Untold series)

1. The Pale White Cloak

~Wednesday~ Red's POV

The cold night air stung my face as I ran alongside the dirt road. Just a bit further! I told myself.

The ever-growing trees hung over my head in silence as if watching, waiting for something to take place. My pale white cloak blew in the wind behind me. I breathe out big puffs of air as I run. My mind wanders to my routine: I walk once a week to my grandma's house. My mother told me, since I have no friends, (harsh yet true) that it's my job to take my grandma food. My grandmother has gotten too old to work, she doesn't have any food or money.

Snap!

That sound alone brought me out of my thoughts. There's never anyone out here..... except for the wolves. I feel someone watching from behind me, I can't move out of fear. I finally get myself to turn around, to see what's there.

Not a soul in sight. I shiver at seeing the woods empty. Something or someone was there, I felt it. Just my imagination, I think trying to calm my down. I quicken my pace, just in case someone's out there.

My grandma's cottage came into view. I've never been so happy to see it. I run up to the big brown door, I it open then lock it behind me. I take a deep breath, I'm safe...

"Grandma?" I ask.

"In here, Red." She called from the living room.

"Since you're 16 now, there's something I should tell you Red." My grandma said as I walked into the room.

"What is it?" I asked as I sat down on the couch next to her.

"You, my dear are dead." She bluntly told me.

"Sure I'm am, just look at me! I l'm totally not a alive." I say sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"Don't use that tone with me, Red." My grandma said quietly.

"Sorry..." I apologize.

"You know that white cloak I gave you six years ago?" She asked me.

I looked at my cloak. Should I be worried?

"Yes..." I reply.

"Well, that cloak is like a rope, it ties your soul to you body. About six years ago, you got attacked by wolves. By the time we found you, you were barely breathing. Your mother knew of a witch who had great powers, we took you there." My grandma told me before continuing.

"The witch had to have some sort of object to use as a rope, body to soul. That 'rope' is that pale white cloak." She finished, watching for my reaction.

I just sat there, unsure of what to say. Had my grandma lost it? Was this some cruel joke?! I bet I'm dreaming, yea. I'm going to wake up to my mother yelling at me to get up, because I'm a deep sleeper. I pinched myself just to make myself wake up. Nothing.

"Red?" My grandma asked me.

"What...?" I reply.

"Are you okay? I know this is a lot to take I-" I interrupt her.

"You don't know! My grandma just told me that I'm dead! Now tell me, what does it feel like?!Hmmm?" I ask her terrified that such a thing could be possible.

"I understand if you don't accept what happened to you. It's reasonable..."

She paused before continuing, it looked important.

"Ask your mother about the mirro-"

Knock!

Knock!

Knock!

Went the door ending our conversation. I stood up in my chair.

"I'll get it." I told my grandma as I walked over to the door.....

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