Woman In black- Story 1

Hey people, 

So I have decided to post stories on my blog coz not many people have wattpadd accounts and some people have requested to read the stories. So at random I will post stories here. Now, I am not pro at writing but it is my passion (and homework) so enjoy. 

The first story is the woman in black. We have to continue the story from an excerpt from Susan Hill's "The Woman in Black". If you have watched the movie, my version is nothing close to the movie.  

That same sound I heard when I first came to Eel Marsh House. A classical piece of music being played so beautifully under normal circumstances, however, I was here on a mission and this noise served nothing but a mild disturbance distracting me every time I heard its smooth notes being hit on the ivory keys. I came prepared the second time around.

 Although I refused to believe the old wife’s tale of “the woman in black” who lurked around in this house, waiting for an opportunity to come out and take the lives of innocent people, a part of me wondered if she was real?

Was the woman in black just a mythical creature like Unicorns, dragons and fairies? Or was there really something to be afraid of? What did the woman look like? Did she have a kind face that masked the heart of a cold blooded killer or an evil one that matched the darkness in her heart?

I would soon solve the riddle of this mysterious woman. I inched closer and closer to the only black door in the house. With each step, anticipation grew within me. I continued walking closer towards my target. I stopped right in front of the it. I stared long at hard at the huge black door without the keyhole for a few moments. I stood there taking in the majesty of it. I gazed at the golden fixtures inscribed on the ooden surface. I noticed the initials M.V.D and S.G.D on the topmost part of the door. I gripped its brass door knob.

Hearing my heartbeat pounding in my ears I slowly tired to turn the door. I turned the door knob from the left to the right and back to the left again. Though most things had changed in this house from my last visit, it was apparent some things still stayed the same. I ran into the door in attempt to break it open but to no avail. I lunged at it, kicked it and slammed my body into it but it made no difference . The door still stood locked mocking me and shouting silent insults at me to try and open it.

Playing nice was over. I walked to my bag that I had brought in with me. I saw Spider sitting next to it guarding it like I had taught him to. “Spider”, I called. “I could see panic written in his eyes. “Come here boy,” I said while slowly bending down to his level. “It’s okay boy. Come ‘ere,” I muttered to him while slowly gathering his small rigid body into my arms. I ran my fingers through his rough coat of brown hair trying to summon courage for what I had to do next. Yes I could be brave but that was on impulse. I was a coward when you thought about it. Who else but a coward would want to do a thing like this?

“Spider wait here boy. I am going in,” I said to him in a calm and gentle tone. I could see indecision in his eyes. I looked into the pools of his brown eyes. Those eyes that melted me and comforted me. Sometimes I felt like Spider was my only friend. I patted his head and dragged my bag along with me to the door. I slowly undid my buckle and let out an involuntary sigh. I was met with a foul smell as soon as I opened the bag. I dug in and found what I wanted to. I pulled the cloth off my hatchet and smashed it into the wooden door. I made a small dent. I continued bashing the door with excess force. Leaving stains all over the door. I guess I should have wiped the hatchet first.

I kicked away the shards of wood and clambered in. My breath was taken away upon setting foot inside the room. Three of the four walls were covered in pictures of a young man and a little child. One of the walls was covered in bright red ink beckoning me to come closer and read it.

I walked over to the wall with the red ink and begun reading in the tone of a young woman. I’d never done that before.

19^th of  November 2006, all that I had loved was taken away from me, again. My parents passed on when I was just a little girl and now my dear Marcellus and Septimus are gone. I fell in love with Marcellus ever since I was a young girl. He was the only man who treated me like a lady. He respected my views and listen to my emotions. He read me like an open book and was there every step of the way. He was first and last love a close second to Septimus.

Septimus, my dear Septimus. I fell in love with you ever since I held you in my arms for the first time. I still hear you call out to me even though you are gone. I’ll never get to see my little imp grow up to be the doctor he so badly wanted to be. I’ll never get to hold your hand again.

The house is so quiet now. It used to be so lively with the sounds of Septimus scurrying around on his tiny little legs and yelling on the top of his voice. There is no more sounds of laughter or music coming from this house. An eerie hush of silence so deafening has taken its place. The joy that was once here is now replaced with a depressed tone.

There is not a day that goes by where I do not think you. There is not a day where that passes without me feeling regret. Every morning my heart breaks a little more knowing that I’ll never wake in the arms of my tower of strength and I’ll never get to see my baby’s smile. A huge part of me has gone with the both of you leaving behind a woman filled with grief and a broken soul. Gone are all the bright colours’ and flashy outfits leaving behind rags of black. My loves I await the day I join you.

As I finished reading the last line. I heard Spider howl. That was the code. I turned around and saw the door hit against the wall. I was face to face with the woman in black.

Fear came over me. I went into a semiconscious state but not before seeing anger in the woman’s eyes and her fast movements as she lunged towards me. A loud cracking sound woke me from my dazed state .I could heart my heart beating in my ear refusing to allow my brain to hear myself think.

I felt a warm, sticky liquid trickle down my wrist. I saw the woman bent in an unnatural angle with her hand folded behind her and my hatchet in her heart. I felt a wave of excitement wash over me looking at her lifeless body feeling proud that I had killed her, just like Miranda and Ophelia. I got out my bag and pulled Miranda’s body from inside. I placed her right next to the woman in black.

I had come here to dump her body and had succeeded. No one would dare to set foot into this house much less look for the body here. My secret was safe.

 It was the icing on the cake when I managed to kill the woman. This fits in perfectly with my plan. I got out the clothes of the woman and put them on. It was huge on my thin shapeless body. I pulled the wig from my bag with a hat and veil to complete the look. Gone was  Demetrius  Friar Laurence  and in his place was The Woman in Black. Stalking his victims and killing them with a hatchet to the heart. Whenever I, the woman in black am spotted, a person gets killed. 

So my inspiration for the story was, lets make a twist. Moat people made the woman in black evil but I wanted the story to have a twist. So this is what I came up with. ope you enjoyed it.