Meridith the witch

 

This kind, old lady, Meridith, from the senior citizens home invited me for tea. The design of her apartment was quite old fashioned, which kind of suited her considering her age. Not that she was like 100 years old. That would be an impolite thing to say. When I looked at the china plates in the glass cupboard, I saw my reflection. Wow, she must clean real good.

“Oh sweetie, I don’t have more tea left, I will have to go downstairs to get some more”, Meridith sighed. I smiled and nodded. She headed off downstairs. I felt a little sorry for her because I overheard gossip about Meridith being a witch. I think that’s rubbish. She seemed like a sweet old lady, who would ever believe that she was a witch. Anyway I don’t think there is a thing called a ‘witch’ here in the streets of Babilona.

An echoing cackle grasped my ear. Who would be cackling at this time of day? I don’t suppose it would be a witch. The other seniors probably carried their legs (and maybe wheelchairs) to the other side of the country. I think I should stop guessing and see what’s going on. I looked over my shoulder. Nothing much. Just the same ol’ apartment. No need to be paranoid. Just an inhibition. Maybe I need a nap.

I noticed something for a while, Meridith is taking quite long to get tea. Maybe she’s still walking down the stairs. You know what the old folks are like.

Anyway I took a nice nap on the couch. Her snazzy couch is surprisingly soft. Meridith has been good to the couch. I lay my head at the top of the backrest. As I was about to get comfy, a human-like hand stroked my hair. It felt like it hadn’t cut its nails in 10 years. It was cold and wrinkly. As it reached the bottom of my hair, it gave a harsh tug. I winced in pain. Ouch! Rude much.

Another attempt to nap. I snuggle up in the couch. Ahh, peace and quite, at last. I sealed my eyes shut as I had a relaxing smile shining bright. No more distractions. Suddenly, I heard a ceramic plate shatter in the kitchen. I froze for a few seconds, then sprinted to the kitchen. Okay, time to panic!

I glared at the shiny, sharp pieces of plate scattered around the kitchen rug. What I saw, was nothing. Nothing at all. I felt that harsh hair tug again.

This is just nonsense. I have been way to relaxed to think that there’s something going on. I turned my head and saw it. “Meridith?” I enquired, shocked. She was atrocious. She had a bulging wart on her chin,  wrinkles on her face, abnormally long hair and a smirk of terror. The rumors are true, Meridith is a witch!

Save our possums

 Dear Reader,

Have you ever thought about why you don't see many possums around? Probably because we're on the edge of the cliff, which is trying to survive extinction. It is you, who pushed us off. But luckily we're still holding on.

You think cats are adorable right, they are, but when the day is bright and sunny. While you're just snoring terribly loud, those adorable little kittens become ferocious beasts. They chew us down into minced meat, then have us for dinner. CHOMP! CHOMP! They go. Did you know 20% of us possums get turned into cat food? That's just in WA...

Hollow trees, hollow sweet hollow. That one place which makes your mansions seem so gauche. When we're in the middle of peace and quiet, a buzzing sound appears. Our homes are lost to make your homes. Imagine how you'd feel if we chopped down your home to make our own.  Imagine the place where your greatest memories occur, gone with a chop. We need homes and so do you. What makes your homes more important than ours. Think about that the next time you chop a tree. 30% of possums are killed or hurt by habitat loss.

We have mourned quite a lot about our losses. Let’s talk about what we can gain. You humans can make a change by making our homes. You can make a hollow tree out of clay, we can use them in wildlife rescues for hurt and homeless possums. I have already contacted the CWR (Candy’s Wildlife Rescue) to help pitch the idea for when a possum is in need.

To conclude this letter, I have got to say, make a difference by telling your neighbour to keep your cat inside, or even show this letter to wildlife centres. We’ve said what we need to say, now it’s your turn to share it.

 

Kind Regards,

Poss Umlove

The CEO of UmLove Corperation

By the way, these people and places are not real. Just try to get the message.

 The door made a loud but steady creak as it opened. I immediately realised that my classroom was empty...
 
Where are my classmates? I dropped my palm cards in a flash when I examined the situation. I ran as fast as lightning to the other classes but they were as empty as mine. My heart was beating like a drum and I felt dizzy from confusion.
 
I forced my weak legs across the hallway as I bumped into some one. "Ouch! Watch where you're going, you can hurt some one really bad", exclaimed  familiar voice. "Patty!", I sighed with relief, "I thought that the entire school was empty".  "Lucy, I thought no one was here too, maybe we're the only people here", Patty answered back, "scary, right?"
 
FIZZ! All the lights went out. Patty and I quickly grabbed onto each other and prayed, well I did, Patty might've been a little annoyed because we could be caught by whoever made the people in school vanish. A man with a welding mask and torch approached us, he had a very gruff voice. Patty and I screamed.
 
“What are you girls doing here!”, the man bellowed. “We are here for our speeches”, I answered back. “Speeches are not delivered until next week”, he replied. We looked at a poster ‘speeches are delivered on Thursday 21^st of July 5:00pm’ , today is 14^th of July. “Oops!”, we giggled nervously. “By the way, I am your teacher under the mask, I wonder what scared you, I was just fixing the lights”, he bellowed again, “See you tomorrow”.
ROAR! A ferocious roaring sound came from a distance. “Mr Brown, don’t try to prank us we are not stupid”, Patty rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t me”, he whimpered. We looked at each other and screamed. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

House of Horror

Shivers crept up my spine as I glared at the mossy, old house. CREAK...

Trembles run down my entire body. I feel like it's not too late to turn around and run home. No Hannah, Phoebe will rub it your face forever, I thought to myself. Why do I have to be so weak against my own sister? I could stay, but there's something's weird about this place.

I felt something wet on my neck, as I felt what it is and some more droplets fell on my face. Oh well, I can just stay here, a little rain wouldn't hurt me. As I was playing in the rain, I heard thunder crackling. I ran over to the house, just to stay safe. A slow sound came from high up, I realised with a thud, a dead tree fell to the ground. I jumped over it and ran faster than I ever could. How is this happening? I thought to myself.

I felt safe, maybe this house isn't as creepy as I thought it would be. I looked at the corner of my eye, shadow creeping up on me. I took steps behind me until I bumped into the door. It was either suffering the perils of this shadow or being out in the enraged storm. I have a bad feeling about this.

The shadow turned out to be  a girl, with a hood covering her face. She held grasp of her hood and whipped it behind her. "Scared you, didn't it", she grinned ear to ear. "Phoebe!"I yelled, shocked.