Mistmoor

Part 1

I haven't seen Mistmoor for years. I still have nightmares about the place,five years on. It was such a scary place. However every time the ghostly words echo through my head, a strange uncontrollable sensation heats up in my body and makes my heart go on fire. I want to forget the place but one day my legs took a life of it's own.

They won't let me forget no matter how much I try.

Unwillingly they throw me onto a bus one day and into a cold stone-hard seat. I'm sitting down but my hearts telling me

"Stand up before it's too late"

I try to get up but they won't let me.It's too late now anyway- the bus is starting to creak into life, with the rusty huntsman at the wheel. As I sink lower into my seat, the engine creaks into action. As I sigh and feel a knot of fear in my stomach, the letters I dread everyday in my nightmares flash up before my very eyes.

You are travelling to Mistmoor

                                                               Enjoy the trip

I think that's the last thing i'm ever going to do.