"Coraline....." I heard a faint whisper of my name. "Coraline....." Again. Who is saying that? I opened my eyes. Looking around the pitch black room I saw nothing. Maybe I'm just hearing things. I looked once more before closing my heavy eyes. I felt like someone was breathing on me. "Coraline..." The voice drew closer. This voice was a 'teenage boy's' voice. It was very raspy, but it had a nice smooth tone to it. My eyes opened again
"Hello?" My voice shaky. I turned on my lamp. I saw nobody, not a single soul but myself. I must be hearing things, i'm trying to scare myself. I slowly turned off the lamp, I took in one big breathe and closed my eyes.
I woke up, to the sound of my alarm clock going off. I pushed down the button. Rubbing my eyes I sat up. The sun was shinning through the windows. Lighting up the room. I got up, walking over to my dresser I noticed one pearl earring on it. What? That wasn't there last night, and mum don't own a pair of pearl earrings. That's strange. I left the earring there, I proceeded to get clothes, i grabbed a white blouse, and my peach skirt.
After I got dressed I went down stairs to greet mum cooking breakfast.
"Hello dear, sleep good last night?" Mum smiled, she obviously slept like a baby.
" Erm, it was good I guess. It's very cold in there." I wasn't going to tell her that I heard my name being said, because what if I was just scaring myself? I didn't want her to think something was wrong with the house when there might not be.
" How can your room be cold? It's in the middle of the summer Coraline, are you getting ill?" Mum touched my forehead. I brushed her hand away.
" I'm not ill, it's just cold." I said in a sort of harsh tone. " I'm going outside mum." I opened the back door.
" Okay dear, don't go to far!" Mother said. The warm summer breeze it my cold skin, instantly warming me up. Walking in the woods didn't bother me, I loved being alone. I noticed a tree not to far from the house. It was kinda like a tree house. I ran towards it. There was a door, that could easily be opened, one window that still had it's glass in it. I went inside. All that was in there was spider-webs, a pencil, and a notepad. I opened the notepad, there were drawings, with little poems next to them. The drawings seemed to be drawn by a little kid.
"Coraline! Coraline!" I heard mum shout. "It's dinner time!". I slowly made my way towards the house. Feeling the warm breeze ended as soon as I made it in the house. I became cold again.
"Mum do you have the fan on or something?" I sat down.
" No..Why?" Mum was puzzled. Pulling my lips in a straight line, I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I looked at the wall. Nothing was there but a picture of mum, dad, Jackson, and me. I pulled my eye-brows together.
"Just asking." I folded my napkin in my lap. Dad and Jackson both entered the room,
"Smells good in here, love." Dad said, kissing mum on the cheek. Mum smiled.
" Coraline," Mum hesitated. " Jackson, dad, and I are going to the shop. Can you stay here to tend the fire?" Mum knew I hated tending the fires, I always made the fire go out. I sighed.
" Yes, of course mum." I pulled the corner of my lips up to create the smallest smile I could. All of them headed out the door. I sat down in the living room to knit. I grabbed a light pink ball of yarn, and baby blue yarn.
I was focused on knitting, nothing caught my attention other than that. Until I heard
"Coraline.." My head flung up.
" Hello?" My voice was shaky my heart was racing.
" Coraline..." The voice was closer. Like it was right next to my ear.
" W..W..What?" I spat out. I felt as if a hand was touching me. Gently rubbing my cheek. My heart was beating out of my chest. "Stop..Stop." I whispered. Not knowing if I was going crazy or if there was something really there. It all stopped. Expect for me being cold. Was there something really there?
YOU ARE READING
Hidden
Mystery / ThrillerYou'll find out what it's like to go insane, not knowing what your seeing or hearing is real, or you are going ill. Either way you don't want to believe what is happening, yet you start love it.