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It was a cold, windy night. The streets of East London were empty, deserted. It felt like I was all alone, even though I was surrounded by houses.
“I am late, I am so late, mum’s going to kill me” muttered I, while walking a bit faster.
There was a strange atmosphere around me. A strange, annoying atmosphere.
It almost felt like there was something wrong.
A loud scream filled my head, made me stop and gasped for breath. Bloody hell, what is this?
The intense feeling of fear took over and I began to ran. I ran to the door of our small house. I opened the door and I found nothing but a broken vase.
Slowly I entered the house. My heart was bouncing through my chest and I could hear myself breath.
What was going on here?
I wanted to scream my mother’s name, but I couldn’t say a single thing. Is there a stranger in our house? Is my mother save?
“She’s save, don’t worry about her,” a voice behind me said. A scream left my lips and I turned around. There was a strange looking man standing in front of me. He had a long, white beard and friendly looking blue eyes.
“Where is she?” I asked. Trying to sound as sure as possible. The man smiled. “I can’t tell you.” He looked at me, with a gentle smile on his face and curiosity in his eyes. “We have to go now, Ellie. It’s not safe here anymore.” I tried to understand what he was saying, but I couldn’t. Who was this man and why am I not safe anymore?