The Master stood absolutely still and in perfect silence. The sight of the children snooping around the Manor was rapidly increasing the temperature of every drop of blood that was being pumping around their body by their bitter and twisted heart. "Trespassers and interferers!" The accusation was practically hissed through gritted teeth in a mouth set like stone on a face that was twisted in fury. Long fingers curled over as they clenched and unclenched repeatedly, making fists in a manifestation of anger.
They remained hidden in the high window of the Manor and watched the children circle the building before approaching the track that led down to Durgle's home and workshop. The quickly turned and re-entered the secret passageway that led back down to the cellar before dashing down another that led them underground to Durgle's property.
As they ran, a black cape swished behind them and their heavy feet tapped on the stone floors of the tunnels, each tap being a further indicator of their urgency. They held an old fashioned lantern that held a candle inside to light their way through the underground tunnels that were as dark as the Master's foul mood.
The tunnels had been made part of the house when it was built hundreds of years ago, put in for the safety of the then Lord and Lady of the Manor, along with their staff, ensuring them a hasty retreat and escape from any burglars, intruders or anyone who wished them harm. It was right that the tunnels that were designed for safety were now being used to trap intruders to the Manor, the Master thought to themself as they hurried further down the long, dark passage.
For a second they remembered the very first time they had explored these passages with their true love, as Lord and Lady of the Manor, but as soon as the thought entered their head, it was dismissed and forgotten. Now was not the time to remember times of long ago fondly, the master chastised themselves.
They reached the familiar old wooden door that led to the workshop and pushed heavily against it. The door swung silently open on freshly oiled hinges allowing the Master to enter and surprise Durgle, who turned around open mouthed in surprise at the unexpected voice.
"Be ready fool, visitors are coming our way." The order was barked rather than spoken.
"Visitors who we have to deal with!"
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Curse of the Werebottom
PertualanganWhen Larry Davidson began the school summer holidays he had no idea that he would happen upon the adventure of his life. A strange beast appears to be terrorising and attacking the residents of Diddlesbury, possibly the most boring town the country...
