Wooden Toys

Shock

The lorry had come early and the removal men were very hunky, probably from all the furniture they'd moved in time working.

But this day of work was one they would remember, for all the wrong reasons.

Ellis and Otto were upstairs, roaming around the disturbing surroundings.

"Don't touch that!" Ellis shouted as Otto stroked a cross made from brass.

Otto whipped his hand away, he swep it down his trousers and into his back pocket, he looked confused.

"I'm sorry, Otto, I don't know why I said that, I'm sorry." Ellis put her hand on his shoulder.

When she turned around, Otto put his pale hand on the worn brass, it began to glow, sparkling in his eyes.

Suddenly, he was thrown backwards, hitting his head on the wall.

"OTTO! Otto are you alright, your going to have a mighty bruise there." Ellis put her hand on the back of his head, supporting it. She pulled him up and gave him a shaky cuddle.

A piercing scream echoed from downstairs, they stared each other in the eyes, fearfully.

They sprinted down the grand staircase, they're minds spinning with muddled thoughts.

"Liz! Liz!" They heard their father calling.

They ran into the kitchen, and were horrified by the sight.

Otto dropped to his knees and shook his mothers body.

"Mum, mu..., mummy?" Otto was stuttering. Ellis was breathing sketchly, coughing on tears.

She curled into the corner, until something made her jump. They screamed as the mothers body twisted quickly and the hand grabbed Otto's arm.

They screeched until there was no lasting air in their lungs, and their throats were dry.

"You can't stay, you've got to go, leave. You're not safe, YOU'RE NOT SAFE!" a deep voice belowed from the mothers cracked lips. Her eyes were black and lifeless.

The father ran in to find Otto, whimpering in shock holding the mother in his arms. She was pale and her lips were grey, she looked simply dead, with no extraordinary aspects.

Ambulances and police cars covered the gravel driveway, siren lights flashing.

The father had his arms over the children, they're weak arms wrapped around his waist. They weren't crying, they're little faces showed pure shock. An often sniff here and there, but numb emotions.

For there would be interviews, but what would they say? How would Ellis and Otto explain what they experienced?

Otto pulled up his drooped sleeve, revealing a nasty, deep wound caused by the mother clawing his thin arm.

That would help.