Seven

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The silhouette faded away and was nowhere to be seen; not in Mel's perepheral vision anyway.

She felt an icy, cold breeze down her neck which sent chills down her spine. It came from behind her. No-one was there. It was only the window and the curtain flying; it was wide open.

Hang on. Mel thought; the window wasn't open in the first place!

She saw the shadow emerge again; she couldn't scream nor think properly. Shock got the better of her.

She reluctantly checked from what was behind the curtain; only a raven. What was a raven doing sitting on her window ledge?

"That raven cast the shadow of that sacrilegious thing!" Mel thought.

She heard a whisper being whisked within the icy, cold breeze "curiousity will be used against your will" the whisper was saying gravely.

"Just stop all this! This is the devil!" Mel screamed; petrified. Vigorously turning around like a merry-go-round.

"Ring-a-ring-a-rosie, a pocket full of poses, at-ishoo! at-ishoo, we all....." The whisper was singing mockingly; in an amusing manner.

She heard faint scuffling coming from the darkest corner of the room; out of that corner emerged someone that she didn't wish to see....

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