The Markings

'Put it down.' My breath stuck in my  throat. The girl was there, speaking. The darted towards me, 'Is this you?' I managed to scramble some words together. She didn't reply, just snached it off of me glaring. Then she went to the window, and jumped. I screamed, too many words rushing around my head, 'Stop' would have been a good one to use.

   It took me a while to calm down and once I did I walked across the room to close the window and as I did, the wooden floor beneath my feet creaked like in one of those horror movies. I felt strange, something didn't want me in this room and to be honest, I didn't want to be in there either.

   As I turned back around, ready to unpack, my eyes were drawn to a desk, which I hadn't noticed before. It was tucked away behind the door. The legs of it looked extremely fragile and breakable. There was a thick layer of dust on it - the people who sold us this house obviously didn't care for this room very much.

   Suddenly, the dust on the desk started parting, leaving thick red letters. I jumped back, gasping. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl. She had cuts all over her body, the dress was torn and her eyes blood shot. She lifted a bloodstained finger and pointed at the desk.

   I glanced over at the letters, too scared to read. She pointed to me, then back to the desk again. I had to read it. Trembling with fear I took small steps across the creaking wooden floor until I reached it.

   Go. You do not belong here. This is not your house. This is mine and always will be.

   I noticed the thick red lettering was in fact the girl's blood. Shaking, I looked back to her. She was now pointing at a marking on the wall and nodded towards it. I slowly walked over to it. My eyes widened.

   1895 -

   I didn't know what I was looking at. Was it a year? If so, was there some part of the marking missing?

   My head was spinning - I could feel it. I grabbed onto the bedpost to steady myself. Maybe I should just let myself fall, to wake me up from this nightmare. But this wasn't a nightmare was it? This was real. There was nothing I could do. This was no trick of the light. I could feel the girl's eyes on me as I let myself collapse onto the floor. I could feel sweat dripping down the side on my face.

   I looked up at the girl, her scrawny figure looking down at me. She pointed back to the desk and turned around heading towards the window. She opened it and stood on the stool. The sudden breeze blew the bed covers onto my face. I clambered up shaking them off. She was gone - the girl was gone. I ran to the window, half scared to look out of it.

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