Lady Geraldine Harper


Leicestershire, United Kingdom

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Water splashed up at the boys legs, and as they continued their big push, the sky flashed it’s fury and roared with disapproval. While Jim’s body took flight of its own accord, his mind was frantic with disparate thoughts : "Oh God , if i make it out of here I promise I’ll be good and never forget to say my prayers., Oh I’m so glad I didn’t listen to Tom and wore these boots instead of those silly slippers.,Oh I wonder what could have happened to poor old Patch inside that awful place..Oh what will mother say? " The reality at that moment however, wasn’t Mother’s wrath or even Father’s strap but a very desperate need for he and his brother to move quickly. The ear piercing shrieks coming from the house were growing louder and a terror induced surge of energy forced the young lad to run like never before, until suddenly he felt a sharp tug, followed by the sound of tearing cloth and an equally sharp stinging across his right thigh. " T-o-m! T-o-o-m.. I’m hurt.. quickly.." Jim called ahead to the older boy, simultaneously wincing and writhing in the sodden grass, " Tom hurry..! She’s coming.. she’s coming I tell you!" Reluctantly, Tom gave up the ground he had gained and came to his brother’s aid by beginning to untangle the barbed wire caught up in the wounded boys nightshirt. " Bloody fool!" seethed Tom, his own heart pounding as the shrieks became louder still. " It’s not my fault." sobbed Jim, " I never wanted to come on this stupid caper in the first place.. I know you only asked me because Fatty Fanshawe can’t run.." " Never mind about that now." said Tom as he detached the last threads of the fabric from the last of the rusty spikes. " On your feet soldier, we have to get to the street before the lamps are put out.. now hurry!" " Wait.." said Jim as he was pulled to his feet, " Its stopped." And for a moment all that could be heard was the sound of the rain hitting hard against the ground..until… " What’s that?" Tom said looking back in the direction of the path they had taken only seconds before. In horror and disbelief they both stared as they saw the long grass begin to part as though a hellish wind were cutting a path for the Devil himself. Then came the sounds of short, sharp, sickening inhalations of breath interspersed with noxious spitting and the most cruelly vindictive hissing…

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