The Peculiar Oddity of Curiosity

Chapter 4- Dark calling

Rebecca’s footsteps echoed the halls. She had to prepare the files for the four teenagers who were leaving. A sadness ached within her, she truly loved all the kids and would hate to see them go but the orphanage can only handle so much. She was making her way to the furthest area of the building, passing a door with the sign *AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY*she felt an eerie shiver run up her spine.

She was alone, it was strange not to hear the familiar sounds of children laughing and talking. She began to quicken her pace eager to leave her deserted surroundings. Just then she heard footsteps mimicking her own; she turned quickly only to find no one. She began to move faster, seeing the cabinet where the files were stored she slowed down and funnily enough the footsteps that she believed were following her, had receded.

“Finally, now to find Dylan’s file...” she said aloud, searching for the letter D.

THUMP 

What was that? Rebecca turned quickly and saw a lamp that belonged on the desk to have fallen. She cautiously walked over to the fallen object and bent to pick it up.

SLAM

She heard the cabinet door slam behind her with a noise that rocketed the halls.

“Hello, is anyone there?”  She called out.

No reply was heard and she felt fear creeping into her mind and couldn't push it out.

“This isn’t funny, who is there?” she called out once more.

“The girl, where is the girl...” She heard a raspy voice whisper. The sound seemed to be all round her.

“What girl? Is this some kind of joke” She shakily said, scanning her surroundings she couldn’t see anyone.

A huge desk was thrown to the ground at this reply; the papers and pens strewn all over the floor. Whatever was speaking to her wasn’t very happy.

“My patience wears thin mortal, where is the girl” the voice raged once more, the sound ripping in to the air and through the very essence of Rebecca.

“Ahhhh!”  She yelled her knees hitting the floor, a thousand whispering screams pounded in her head. This feeling was like no-other, it was as if daggers were coursing through her veins.

“Last chance mortal, where is the girl of the prophecy” the voice warned.

“What, what girl. I swear I don’t know; please let me go!” she yelled her hands pressing to her ears. Blood was now pouring from the holes and tears were streaming down her face.

“Wrong answer...”

And with that a wave of the blackest shade tore through Rebecca, a shower of blood followed the assault. She couldn’t even scream as the flesh beneath her skin was exposed. The dark void receded as soon as it had come leaving a blooded and dying, Rebecca. With the last of her strength she used her bloody finger to leave a sign for someone, anyone. The creature had spoken its name and she was determined to write, even if she had to use her own blood.

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 Ebony was at lost for words, the note she had just read left her with a barrage of questions that needed desperate answering. She was still sat at the white bench and had lost track of time. The note read:

Dear Miss Crescent

If you are reading this letter, then it means we have failed in our advances. You currently do not believe you are in danger and that is understandable.  What we say will be brief and I’m sure you’ll have many questions but we are short on time. Your grandmother was no ordinary person; she spent the majority of her life trying to keep you safe from harm, rightly so for you’re no ordinary person either.