Raging Windows

“Ugh, this place gives me the hibbie-jibbies!” said 13-year-old Alex Tylor to her twin sister Ashley.

“True, but we have to try new things like mum would say,” Ashley commented.

“Ashley?” asked Alex.

“Yeah?” replied Ashley.

“I’m sure that window just changed position!”

“No it never, that’s impossible.”

Ashley was not a very adventurous person. She had long, flowing, curly, auburn hair, perfect manicured nails and pretty make up with her rosy cheeks. As for Alex she had short brown hair, bitten nails and tanned skin.

BANG!!! The doors slammed shut and they were trapped.

Ashley flopped down on the old rotten pew. She looked around. The walls were sprawling with moss crawling up the walls. A brick was stamped with a date. Alex ran over to it. She pressed her cold fingers over the date; it dated back to 1821. How would they get out?

Suddenly there was a banging, the sound of a car door.

“We’re saved!” cried Ashley,
“Freedom!” shrieked Alex.

They ran over to the door but it wouldn’t budge.

“We’re all going to die I wish we hadn’t come here. What did we even come here for?” asked Ashley getting annoyed.

“We are here to find that ring that belonged to the Greek god, Zeus.”

“If we we’re gods were would we want to be burried?” asked Ashley.

“In a coffin,” Alex said “so it will be that one in the corner with the dead candles on it!”

The coffin in the corner was an old marble box with black diamonds on it. There was the name, Zeus. That was it. They slowly opened the coffin. There it was placed in the middle of the tomb.

The rain pelted down the window whilst Ashley tried the ring on. There was a rush of wind, like fingers through Ashley’s hair. Suddenly lots of movement came from the windows and the cross created a super-sonic tornado. It slashed through the remaining pews sending bits of soft wood flying everywhere. They legged it to the back of the church, and tried to open the doors.

A little ghost girl was glaring at them whilst carrying a killer ruby balloon. “Well then? What are you waiting for?” shrieked the little girl. “ATTACK THEM!!”

Ghosts of every description flew out of the windows, swooping down to their mistress’ side. They were carrying weapons of every type, axes, swords, guns and knives as if they were part of a pirate crew of doom.

“So what were you thinking? Gimme back my ring,” yelled the little girl. “NOW before I get angry.” She never talked in a human manner (because she was a ghost) she always shouted.

“Well…Well… it’s like this. Oh Ashley I can’t tell her you might have to!” Alex stuttered.

“Umm Well…RUN ALEX RUN!!!” Ashley screamed grabbing an axe from the floor.

Hitting her on the head, the little girl slowly fell to the ground and slid through it.
“The ring must have a god,” The ghost army chanted over and over again. God. Did she hear properly? God. Ashley screamed. She didn’t know what to do. Ghosts surrounded her chanting her name. Then it hit her she was to become the god. She hadn’t realised it before. How was she getting out of this one?

“NNNOOO!!” Screamed Ashley.

“AAASSSHHHLLLEEEYYY!!!” Alex bounded over shrieking but failing to save her beloved sister.

Chuckling, the ghost picked Ashley up and took her to the coffin, which she had originally opened. She was dead.

“Ashley…” Alex said in a faint whisper.

“ALEX!!!…ASHLEY!!!” Alex’s best friend Shannon screamed. Barging through the door, Shannon ran over hugging her.

“Where’s Ashley?” asked Shannon suspiciously. Alex pointed to the coffin, that had now turned pink, surrounded by roses with opal stones carved into angels.

“Come on your mum is wondering where you are.” Shannon said putting her arm round Alex.

And once again, the doors shut behind them…

By Ashleigh Johnston Y6