Sister's Blackbird

Chapter 1

    “Alice! Please go get a pail of water!” Mother cried. Her stunning blue eyes were now like a flooded creek from the tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied. I ran out of the old attic room and down the stairs. The floorboards groaned and creaked as I rushed to get the bucket from the kitchen. I hopped on top of the wooden counter and reached for the bucket on the stove. With a thud I perfected my landing and with the rusty old bucket in my hand I ran to the front door. I shuffled out the front door and ran to the well. It was a very foggy night and difficult to see even five feet in front of you. I tried to make it quick since an eight year old girl should not be out at night. To be even more scared, there has been quite a few kidnappings in the area, one of them was my best friend. I heard a splash echoing around the well walls indicating that the bucket has reached its destination. When I brought the bucket filled with water back up I was horrified to see four gruesome dead rats in it! I screamed and dropped the bucket back in the well, running up to the porch.

    “Anne…..” I heard an eerie voice say. Why was someone asking for my sister, don’t they know she is very sick?

    “Hello?” I called out into the woods. I was in a very daring mood, more so than usual.

    “Anne… Anne… Ann- ” I was getting more and more curious for the voice was sounding more and more like an old woman.

“Alice! Where are you?” I heard my mother cry again. I snapped out of the trance I was in and raced back to my mother, trying to explain.

“Mom, there is-”

“I don’t want to hear it! Because of you your sister is dead!”