Lindon

“What had Mr Lindin meant, when he whispered ‘beware’ to me?” thought Izzy to herself. Then she laughed, he was as old as the stars that man, maybe it was time for him to retire. As she was walking along the street she thought she heard a distant cry, sort of like a strangled gargling sound. After a moment she decided it was an angry baby, so she put in her iPod and ignored it.

Just as she turned on to her street her iPod flicked to her favourite song, but someone was calling her name, no one was around though. She took out her earplugs, tied up her dirty blond hair and slowly walked the rest of the way home thinking. She was very easy to spot, always wearing a fluro top so her neighbours were always coming out to say hello, but not today. Strange, she thought as she applied more lip gloss and sanitised her hands.

She skipped through her front door and decided to read her new book, ‘The Curse of the Vine’, but the strangled cries were getting louder all the time, like a warning. When she got out the book the cries all of a sudden stopped. Izzy was so interested in her new book, it was about a crazed man who planted an evil spirit into a book called, ‘The Curse of the Vine.’ It was so alluring that she didn’t even hear the knock at the door. It was her mother but she decided she wasn’t home and left.

The dog next door was barking and the trucks were blaring their horns as they drove past, all this was usually very irritating to Izzy but today she hardly noticed. Izzy had gone to bed and was still reading, but eventually she fell asleep.

The cries started up again but she just thought it was in her dream. She felt something tickle her hand. She woke up startled and saw the great vine gradually creeping towards her throat with only the ambition to kill. She thrashed out to get it off her but as she did so it grabbed her throat. She struggled desperately to get free and cried out using the last of her breath…

The next day Oliver Lindin went to check on Izzy but all he found were the traces of vine and leaves scattered all through her house. He fell to the floor and cried. Why, why did they get the book, why did I let them! Was all that went through his mind as he decided what to do.

Izzy’s voice was now one of the strangled cries, but they were smothered in flames as Mr. Lindin threw the wretched book in the fire. He had warned her about the book, he had warned all of them. Now it was too late

The Repeated History By Sarah

“Hello, I need a book that’s magical, unusual and different, the book behind you looks interesting, I want that one.” Camille smiled sweetly, pointing at a big, thick book behind the librarian. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked. “It will be a shame to see you suffer.” “Whatever!” Camille rolled her eyes. “Just get it out for me.” The librarian checked the book out for her. But Camille didn’t realise what she was holding.

While she walked home, the things in the book woke up. They knew it was time to do what they do best, again. They will show no mercy at all, they have nothing but anger. But this time, they might let the girl live.

Camille carefully opened the book, she gaped at what she saw: Do not fall asleep because that’s when your nightmare begins…Camille shivered and slammed the book shut. “Camiiille!” Her mother called.” Dinner time!” “Okay, coming!” With a last glance at the book, Camille walked out of her room. When she came back, the book was lying open. “Huh? I thought I closed it,” Camille muttered. “Mmmmm…I’ll read it before I go to bed.” Camille changed into her pyjamas and snuggled into bed, she missed the first page and started reading. In Alaska, there is a type of flowers with green and silver petals, green… silver petals…petals…Camille drifted off to sleep…

He had warned her about the book, now it’s too late…Ivy started to climb towards Camille’s feet…

“Good morning world,” Camille jumped out of bed. “Oh my gosh!! What happened to my toes?” On Camille’s toes, green ivy was like a miniature forest. She rushed into the bathroom and started scrubbing her toes like mad. “Why wouldn’t it come off?” Camille said through her gritted teeth. “Stupid STUPID plants!” She gave up and picked up the little container where her blue eye lenses live. Camille put her lenses on and instantly her brown eyes changed into blue. “Pfft!” She exclaimed when she was back in her room. “Is it just me or is there some kind of green fog in here?” Camille shrugged and put on some woolly socks to cover her forest toes.

Camille went downstairs and started munching her toast. I’m pretty sure my toes have something to do with the book, but what? Camille thought. What did it say? Do not fall asleep because that’s when your nightmare begins…What does that mean? “Don’t forget you have swimming today, sweetheart.” Mum reminded Camille. OH NO!! Swimming! Camille thought and chocked on her food. Everyone would see my toes!

Back in Camille’s bedroom, green and silver flowers started to appear, the fog thickened until you could see nothing at all. The book lay open with tangled leaves and twigs climbing out...

“Camille!” Avery cried when Camille walked in to class. “How are you?” “Not bad,” Camille replied. Avery is her best friend, they told each other EVERYTHING, but Camille just didn’t feel like telling Avery about the book. “We have swimming today!” Avery jumped up and down. “I love swimming!” “I can’t go to, um, swimming,” Camille stumbled. “Because I have hay fever.” Camille speed walked out of class, hoping Avery wouldn’t come after her. “Mrs Walker...” Camille said nervously when the teacher walked towards her. “I can’t go to swimming because I have hay fever.” “Ow,” Mrs Walker said kindly. “You are an excellent swimmer.” Camille smiled modestly and went back to class.

The book has stopped producing plants by now. Camille’s room is now a jungle, leaves and flowers all over the walls, grass and mud covering the floor, long ivy hung over the ceiling. Blood red words slowly appeared on the book’s first page: If she still hasn’t found the solution in seven days, she will stay as a plant child forever.

When Camille arrived at home, ivy was up to her neck. Camille raced back to her room and marched to the book and didn’t give the plants a second glance. Camille grabbed the book and turned to the last page: Now you are awake, your nightmare is over. Camille’s room changed back to normal when she closed the book. “I will NEVER touch you again!” Camille thrust the book out of her open window. “Hey free book!” A pair of hands picked the book up...

The choice of dead

“And they both faded away. The end,” said Winry telling the kids a story. “Good job!” said the principal. “That’s what you get for cheating in class!” Winry shut the book and her light brown hair hot jammed in it. “Ow ow ow!” yelled Winry. “Can you read us another story?” asks a little boy. Winry sighed. “Can I go home now?” An old man in a long black coat walked passed. He smiled strangely.

As time passed, Winry walked home. When she got there her father had left a gift on the table. She opened it and it had a black book inside. She thought to herself what a weird present and why did he give it to me. She went to bed and struggled to sleep.

It was an early cold morning. When Winrys phone rang, she answered it. “Hello?” all she could hear was breathing. Then they hang up rang on her. Suddenly another call rang. “What do you want? Go away!” She said. And she hung up. Then she forgot what just happened and why was her phone in her hands.

She got changed into a t-shirt, long pants and sneakers and went for a walk. She walked past an old house, and old man was starring at her. He said something and suddenly Winry tripped. “Are you okay?” asked the old man in a dry voice. “Yes I’m okay,” replied Winry. Then her leg started bleeding out of no where. “Come in my house” I’ll help you, said the old man with a strange smile. She went in the house. It felt like everything was going to fall on her. Here, read this book wile I get a cloth and a plaster. She looked at him strangely. It was the same book that his father gave her yesterday night. “You like books right?” asked the old man. Winry blew the dust off the book and it was just black, It didn’t have a title. The old man went off and Winry opened the book. She read a few pages and then, when she turned to the next page; the book had vines coming out of it and dragged her into the book. Suddenly she went blind and dropped the book.

The old man came back and saw her lying on the couch sleeping. She wasn’t sleeping, she was dead. The old man smiled and was joyful as ever. “No one can stop me now!” He yelled. “I am here to stop you!” A mysterious guy walked into the room. ”Get her out of the book now!” He demanded. “Why should I? Im a free man! I don’t need to give my life away just yet!” The old man replied. The mysterious guy ran and took the book. He opened it and vines came and took his spirit away. He lay on the floor dead. The old man was shocked. He got closer to the book. Suddenly it opened by itself and a spirit dragging him in. It must be the mysteries guy. The book shut and 3 bodies lay there.

A few days had pass and the bodies were dirty and had flies flying around them. Suddenly the book opened and a spirit got back to its body. Winry opened her eyes. She coughed and coughed. She saw the old man, dead lying on the floor with flies covering him. She turned around. “DAD!” she yelled “What happened here?” She thought to herself.

On June 3rd 2006 a high school cheerleader Casey had enough of her coach. Her coach was yelling at her like an old grumpy man telling her to catch a wake up and lose some weight. When the big school clock in the hall struck 3pm she zoomed out without saying a word not even a good bye.

On the way home she found a little pebble on the side of the road on Littleton. She started kicking the little pebble through the Andersons alleyway. The Andersons alleyway was the longest alleyway in the town, it was also spooky at times because it had graffiti all over the wooden wall.

After a long walk home she tried to open the door but she realized that the cranky front door was locked, she paused and wondered why. So she went to look through the garage window, she saw no car she thought this is strange but then she remembered her mother only goes to work every Thursday. She remembered that she left her window wide open so she cautiously climbed through the window because she noticed this big black and red book on the pedestal next to her bed that was supposed to be made. She crept slowly, one foot at a time closer and closer and BOOM all of a sudden a man appeared out of nowhere, it was like he lives in the roof. He said in a quiet voice to her, “This book is not for you and you aren’t allowed to read it.” She said, “Why?” The chap answered, “Just remembered what I said.” He dashed out the room. She tried to tell him something about the book but he had already disappeared into no where. She took a step closer to the book that he told her not to read. After a while she took another step closer then she snatched the book like it was like the last teddy bear on this planet, she was determined to open it…

She slowly but eventually dared to open it. She closed it. To see what would happen. Nothing happened so she opened it again looking around nervously just in case the chap appeared again. Nothing appeared, everything stayed perfect, so Casey opened it one last time and as soon as she was about so read she saw the picture of a old man doing window shopping. Then she heard the chaps voice again so she immediately closed the book. She wondered why she heard him again thinking, ”Why now can I only hear his deep voice and not see him?”

At that time her mother was home from work and had already made dinner for the two of them her mother only cooked for the two of them because her father Tomas and her mother Lucy had broken up 3 years ago.

Once Casey and her mother had dinner she went to run herself a hot bath. When the bath was run she poured some bubble bath so then the bath was hot, with soapy bubbles and lay back and relaxed for about ten minutes. She thought, “Why did that chap tell her not to read that book?” Finally she realized why. It was because on the front cover it said, in big bold lettering R18. For the rest of the night, she felt like a dork. She jumped, out of the bath and wrapped the towel tightly around her. She wondered to her bedroom down the passage way. She put her pyjamas on. Then walked straight to her bed and threw her blanket over her head and tried to not think about what had just happened a few hours ago but she couldn’t. After about 30 minutes laying in her bed she fell asleep she wished that she didn’t open the book, now it was too late. That night she had a dream, where there was a witch that was stalking her every where she went. She woke up at least 6 times. That night was the worst night in years.

The next day at school had to be the best day of school in her 10 years of school. At school, she was thinking about the dream she had after hours of her thinking she realised that the dream she had last night was from a horror movie, she had watched a few weeks ago.

He had warned her about the book. Now it was to late….

It was an average day in an average teen’s life. Mika was walking to the library. “Good morning Mr Lindin,” Mika cheerfully sang. “Good morning Miss Townsend, what are you looking for today?” asked Mr Lindin “Something different, something that disturbs you.” Mr Lindin gave Mika a long hard look and then whispered quietly, “This book is out of this world, you are literally inside the book. But if you make the wrong choice it could be deadly.” He hissed.

Mika was so amazed she almost screamed. “What’s its name?” Mr Lindin hesitantly thought to himself for several minutes and finally he said to her ever so quietly, “Its name is ‘The Mysterious Jungle Dream’.”

As Mr Lindin starts to hand Mika the book he hesitates but then passes it over giving Mika a warning look.

Mika runs out of Mr Lindin’s library dodging other pedestrians all the way to her house. As she opens the front door her Mother yells come from the kitchen, “Wash Up For Tea!!!”

Mika sprints to her bedroom and drops her book on her blinding green duvet, quickly washes her hands and tip toes to the dining room. “What’s with all the energy? Mikas mother asked politely. “Oh! I’m just excited about my new book.”

Mika gobbled down her food like a little piglet that was starving to death. “Night mum,” a yell came over the clattering of dishes. “Night hun,” Mikas mum calls with a distinguished look to her face.

Mika quickly rips of her Metallica t-shirt and black tye-dyed jeans and then clumsily falls to the ground. “Ahh! There you are.” Mika clambered into bed. Once she was done fumbling with the covers she vigorously opens the book ready to start reading, but she couldn’t, the pages were blank. Suddenly Mika falls unconscious.

“Wh….What happened? Wh….Where am I?” She looks around but then quickly clasps her head. “Oww!!!” she cried. As she pulls her fingers away from her head and they’re covered in blood. “How did that happen? Oh well I’ve got to find some help,” she mumbled. With a quick movement of her hands she rips her singlet enough so the material fits around her head and then sets off.

Mika felt as though she was being followed. “Who’s there?” She stammered. “Squawk!!!” “What the fudge was that??”