Carolyn grabbed Arthur's hand, and having turned off the oven, carefully walked out of the kitchen, passed the blood, and into the hallway. She looked up the stairs, heart hammering in her chest, thinking the air had suddenly got very thick. "Look Mum, fog" Arthur pointed at the haze on the steps. "I don't see anything but some steps Arthur" Carolyn tol him, and herself, "and neither do you." "Oh" Arthur told her "Okay, it's just it looks to me like it's all white and foggy over the stair, almost like you can't see them at all." "No Arthur, it's not" Carolyn hissed through gritted teeth, pulling him towards the steps, walking strongly into the mist. As soon as they got into the cloud, it started to dissipate, but she couldn't help the feeling that hundreds of tiny hands where clutching and pulling at her. "Mum, Mummy I'm scared" a tiny voice behind her squeaked "It's OK Arthur, nothing to be scared of." "I know Mum, that's what I said." Arthur told her "No you said you were scared?" Carlyn told him irritated. "No that was you?" Arthur explained "you said Mummy I'm scared, and then you pulled my hair?" Carolyn shivered pleased that the the mist had now completely gone as they stepped onto the landing "GET OUT" reverberated through the tiny space. "It did that before" Arthur told her, "when Skip and I climbed the stairs." He looked around "Do you think it's a recording?" "No dear heart I don't" Carolyn said, finding the door to the room Douglas had put Martin in she knocked gently, "Douglas, Martin?" she called The door swung open, and she pushed Arthur behind her forcefully. Slumped on the bed was a parched skeleton wearing a holey jumper and jeans, and hanging from the ceiling above a grey tattered and bearded old man, suspended by his neck from the light fitting.
Mr. Birling's Will Mini Fill Part 7
"Look Mum, fog" Arthur pointed at the haze on the steps.
"I don't see anything but some steps Arthur" Carolyn tol him, and herself, "and neither do you."
"Oh" Arthur told her "Okay, it's just it looks to me like it's all white and foggy over the stair, almost like you can't see them at all."
"No Arthur, it's not" Carolyn hissed through gritted teeth, pulling him towards the steps, walking strongly into the mist.
As soon as they got into the cloud, it started to dissipate, but she couldn't help the feeling that hundreds of tiny hands where clutching and pulling at her.
"Mum, Mummy I'm scared" a tiny voice behind her squeaked
"It's OK Arthur, nothing to be scared of."
"I know Mum, that's what I said." Arthur told her
"No you said you were scared?" Carlyn told him irritated.
"No that was you?" Arthur explained "you said Mummy I'm scared, and then you pulled my hair?"
Carolyn shivered pleased that the the mist had now completely gone as they stepped onto the landing
"GET OUT" reverberated through the tiny space.
"It did that before" Arthur told her, "when Skip and I climbed the stairs." He looked around "Do you think it's a recording?"
"No dear heart I don't" Carolyn said, finding the door to the room Douglas had put Martin in she knocked gently, "Douglas, Martin?" she called
The door swung open, and she pushed Arthur behind her forcefully. Slumped on the bed was a parched skeleton wearing a holey jumper and jeans, and hanging from the ceiling above a grey tattered and bearded old man, suspended by his neck from the light fitting.