Imaginary Shadow

Chapter 1: Bond

Greetings ya filthy Muggles!!!!!!!!!!!!! Here is the first chapter of Imaginary Shadow (YAY!) Do me a flipping huge favour and vote. The first three people to leave a comment for this sentence will get a shout-out if I write a second chapter, which I probably will. So, here the first chapter of Imaginary Shadow. 

A little girl sat on the porch swing, her little legs far from the ground below as she swung them back and forth.

'My mummy said I never should,

Go to the house that's in the wood,

For there I might find,

A beast of another kind'

As she sang, her hands played with a paper rose that her father had made. Her long brown hair was plaited and hung over her shoulders, a pink ribbon tied on the ends.

'My daddy said I never should,

Go to the house that's in the wood,

For there I might see,

Something that shouldn't be'

A noise startled her and she looked up from the origami in her hands. Her blue eyes scanned the line of trees that stretched around the front lawn of her family home. The trees swayed and bended towards her, their branches waving at her to come play.

She slid off the swing, the old porch beneath her squeaked with her weight. She was dressed in her Sunday best, having just come home from church. Her parents were Catholics and they raised their only child under the protection of God.

She clutched the rose in both her fists as she descended the steps and onto the soft green grass of May. The leaves rustled happily and they seemed to whisper to the little girl.

'Play with us... come play...'

A sudden gust of spring wind tore the paper flower from the girl's hands. She gasped and reached out to it as it danced with the wind. The breeze carried the flower towards the woods and, desperately, the little girl followed.

She had to get her flower back.

She hadn't noticed she had entered the woods until she finally jumped and grabbed the rose from the air. She turned around and the trees had swallowed her home from view.

She was lost.

"Mummy's not going to be happy" she murmured as she looked for a glimpse of her house. She turned around and spotted something through the trees. It was a sort of dark, odd looking shape.

Carefully, she walked forward, clutching the rose to her chest. Beneath her shoes, twigs snapped and broke noisily. The shape, though small at first was growing bigger as she grew closer. Just a few more steps...

The little girl lost in the woods, pushed past a shrub and gaped open mouthed at the sight in front of her.

A small house; with a wooden door which took up about half of it. Its faded grey coat of paint was peeling away from the walls and cobwebs were visible even from this distance. It was child sized and seemed the perfect play house.

The little girl smiled in delight as she moved closer.

My mummy said I never should,

Go to the house that's in the wood...

She hesitated, rocking back on her heels as the words of the nursery rhyme floated through her mind.

Surely this couldn't be the scary house that mummy and daddy had warned her about. Maybe there was lots of houses in the woods and the scary house was a different house!