As before, I will post a small extract:
Chapter 1
Kevin sheepishly rummaged through the contents in the
dust ridden sack. His hand brushed the old boot he was so weary of. He hated
the idea that something may be lurking in the moth eaten souls, ready to make a
quick dash at the first sign of danger. He always did hate spiders.
The
attic was huge compared to his old one. Despite being full of things like an
old piano, ancient grandfather clocks and huge wardrobes, it was still big
enough for him to fit any bags in he needed to, and therefore meant he didn’t
have to empty it-a relief to say the least. He had been curiously making his
way around the space for the past hour and a half, inspecting everything he
came across. He had discovered some rotting, yet obviously grandeur and
eccentric, books written in Latin and even found his uncle’s old gramophone. He
loved rooting through this stuff, though hated the feeling of not knowing what little
creatures were waiting for him.
Kevin
swiftly moved on before any spiders could introduce themselves and made his way
to the far corner where the cobwebs looked decades old. By now, the sun had
rapidly started to set and what light the grime covered sky light allowed in
was diminishing fast. He switched his flashlight on and sighed as the feeble
trickle of light illuminated his surroundings the best it could. The
floorboards here were darker, as though red wine or some other rich substance
had been spilt. Kevin laughed to himself as he imagined his grandfather
peacefully sipping from his immaculate glass. Probably a mature fine Italian or
French wine, only the best. To the right of this, an old leather bound notebook
laid, the worn buckle still keeping the browning pages together. Kevin shrunk
to his knees and stretched full length to retrieve it. His fingers brushed the
dusty journal before he managed to get a suitable grip and pull it towards him.
He shone the light on it, the beam showing a red brown face with an
indistinguishable scribble running across the middle of it, deeply faded by the
years of abandonment. He squinted and tried to make out any recognizable
symbols but failed. Defeated, he carefully unhinged the buckle. The book seemed
to expand, as though releasing a breath that had been held for many, many
years.
Chapter 2
Kevin’s knees were now aching, the combination of solid
wood and sharp grit bedding itself into his skin. The gathered the old diary in
one hand whilst levering himself with the other. He slumped into an old rocking
chair to his right, and this time it was he who was exhaling a much needed
breath.
The
air was thin up here and he could feel the cold starting to creep through every
crevice it could. He decided to give the diary a quick look before retiring to
a much needed bath and then bed. The idea itself made him warm inside but the
sharp snap of cold breeze on the back of his neck soon awoke his senses again.
He
turned the flashlight on and turned to the first page of the journal, its spine
cracking like many of the old books he had come across earlier today. Here the
writing was much more readable and the handwriting was surprisingly similar to
his.
He
leaned back into the chair even further, the groans now louder than before. As
he gently rocked, he positioned the diary between his hands on his knees and
rested the light against his stomach. Comfortable, though slightly colder than
he would like, he began to read.
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You'll have to wait to see was written! Anyhow, as yet I have not got a title and I don't want to give too much about the plot away but I can reveal it is (sort of) based on a vampire, or vampire-esque thing.
When I have a title etc., I will give an update.
