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The house was situated deep within the wood that encased the town, cutting it off from other adjoining villages. Sara, a tall, athletic sort of girl with a passion for writing, glanced around nervously, hoping someone would call her back, telling her that she was be stupid and unnecessarily dangerous. But no such luck. Now that she was 19, it seems people didn't care what she did, as long as she was home for eleven. With a nervous sigh she examined the 'house' that stood before her. The frame no longer stood upright but instead tilted slightly to the left, as if leaning against the trees that surrounded it making it seem like it could collapse at any moment. The windows, of which there were three, were either boarded up or so dusty that they abused their purpose. The tiles on the roof rattled in the breeze. It was the only sound that could be heard in the density of the wood. Above a rotten door there was a small rusty metal sign which read: 'Oakwood Publishers'. The place was abandoned and forgotten, engulfed by the trees and overlooked by life.
And yet, Sara could not take her eyes off the place.
Knocking on the door of the old wooden shack, she waited to see if, by a small miracle, there would be an answer. As she waited for a response, she contemplated if she really wanted to be there at all. It was only a story. And there were plenty of publishers in the adjoining villages. Taking out the crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, Sara checked the small scribbled letter that she had received in the post. It read:
Come to the 'Oakwood Publishers' in the woods at 7pm tomorrow. I need to see you. It's about your story.'
Sara had no idea who it was from. There was no signature. She had, of course, considered it to be a joke. One played by the idiot of the village; a boy called Jared. But again, she casted the idea aside. No one except her mother and her best friend knew about her passion for writing so the idea of the letter being a prank seemed very unlikely. A few minutes passed before she assumed that no one was going to answer. Reluctantly, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Inside, if it was possible, was even worse than the outside. Cobwebs covered the walls and a misty fog lay like a thin blanket across the floor. Little light broke through the cracks in the boarded up windows. A chill swept through the eerie room. Sara shivered and wrapped her cardigan around herself, instantly wishing she had bought a coat. Wishing she had never come.
He stood quietly. His eyes watched the girl with interest. His mouth curved into a small smile. He was glad she had come. He had been waiting...
Sara stood in the centre of the room and spoke into the silence
"H...Hello?" She called out nervously. He replied instantly, a smile forming upon his pale lips.
"I see you got my message." He asked, already knowing the answer. Sara jumped at the sound if his voice. She was not expecting that.
"Um...yeah I did. Who are you?" She asked curiously. Sara heard the floorboards creak as the man moved from his position into the limited lighting of the window. Sara eyed the stranger in awe. He was beautiful. His eyes were a brilliant sea blue and his lips, a pale pink. His jawline was sharp and perfect and his jet black hair fell messily over the corner of his right eye. The stranger laughed at the expression that plastered Sara's face.
"My name is Thomas, or Tom for short. I have waited so long for this moment Sara. I have waited so long to see you." He spoke warmly. Sara was wary, however.
