The Man
- 06.08.2009
- Categorized in: Archivist Story Night Tales
She crawled through the hole and found herself in a small dark room, a bedroom. There was straw on the floor for sleeping, and a pile on rags in the corner that vaguely resembled clothes.
Marigold decided that as she been in the house that should be enough for the children to accept her. However, when she turned to go back through the gap in the wall she heard the children laugh and jeer as the wood was moved back over the hole.
Marigold started to sob; big fat tears ran down her pale cheeks. She was terrified now and wanted to leave at any cost.
She spotted a door at the end of the room, maybe there would be an exit on the other side.
Through the door was another room and in the middle of there was an old man. He was sitting in a rickety looking rocking chair.
Marigold assumed the old man couldn't see her, his eyes were a strange milky white color and he hadn't made any indication that he had noticed her entrance.
Marigold approached him, he must still be able to talk and hopefully he could tell her how to get out of this awful, dank house.
Marigold watched him for a moment, her heart beating fast. She was wondering about what she would say to him.
Marigold decided that as she been in the house that should be enough for the children to accept her. However, when she turned to go back through the gap in the wall she heard the children laugh and jeer as the wood was moved back over the hole.
Marigold started to sob; big fat tears ran down her pale cheeks. She was terrified now and wanted to leave at any cost.
She spotted a door at the end of the room, maybe there would be an exit on the other side.
Through the door was another room and in the middle of there was an old man. He was sitting in a rickety looking rocking chair.
Marigold assumed the old man couldn't see her, his eyes were a strange milky white color and he hadn't made any indication that he had noticed her entrance.
Marigold approached him, he must still be able to talk and hopefully he could tell her how to get out of this awful, dank house.
Marigold watched him for a moment, her heart beating fast. She was wondering about what she would say to him.