As they approach the entrance, he looks at her intently and says, “I will go alone and introduce myself. I am sorry, my mate, but you are more hideous than I. Once they become accustomed to me, I will fetch you.”
Dread and sorrow wash throughout me. We spent so long in this cursed building to prevent us from ending up like we did. I furrow my brows. The foul smell of rotting old wood came upon my senses. Now, I could only taste dryness in my throat. This attic has still not changed one bit.
The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at
I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.
“Yeah! I’ll give you a rundown on the rules. So you get three wishes, no more, no less. Oh, and don’t try to be slick and wish for more wishes, it ain’t gonna work. And there are some things I can’t let you wish for. I can’t make anyone fall in love, come back from the dead, or die. But yeah. With those things in mind, feel free to wish away.”
“Hi.” I spin around and face her. “Zayla Maslin. You enjoy spending time torturing me. May I have a moment to talk to you about the last day of school?”