CHAPTER ONE
{imagined by Astrid, Farrah, Mary, Miles
and Ottilie}
Romilly opened her eyes. At least, she
thought she opened them. It just didn’t seem to make any difference. She patted
her face to check. OW! Yes – definitely open.
Only, it seemed
to be darker with them open than it was when they were shut.
In all her
twenty years, she’d never seen darkness like it. Come to think of it, could you
even see darkness? She couldn’t see anything at all at the moment.
She felt around on the chest by her bed.
Lamp … book … watch. Watch! Pressing the button on the side that lit up the
clockface with a bright green luminous glow, she checked that she hadn’t
accidentally woken up in the middle of the night. No, definitely seven o’clock,
and definitely the morning.
Where had the
sun gone? Normally it was really annoying the way it shone so rudely through
her curtains and woke her up before she was ready. But now it wasn’t there she
was starting to feel a bit freaked out.
So she did what
she always did when she was feeling freaked out. Even now she was practically a
grown up. She checked under her bed. She didn’t know what she was even looking
for. It’s not as if the sun would be hiding under there. But it seemed like a
good place to start.
Only of course
she couldn’t see anything, what with it being pitch black. She pressed the
button on her watch again, and it cast its feeble green glow into the shadows.
The blankets were hanging down in the way, and she was just lifting them up to
peek further underneath when
Argh
A hand jabbed out and grabbed her wrist.
Romilly shrieked
and tried to dive back under the covers, but the bony fingers clutched her
tight and she couldn’t get away. It was petrifying. She scrabbled desperately
at her bedside chest. The lamp crashed to the floor, but she managed to get the
book and used it to bash and bash and bash until the grip loosened and she was
free.
It was only when
Romilly leaned back against her bedroom wall, gasping and wondering what to do
next, that she realized her watch was gone. Its comforting light was a lot less
cheerful now it was shining from the floor, being held by who-knows-what
monster under her bed.
Then it started
to move, and Romilly took a firmer grip on her book (thank goodness she’d got
Harry Potter 6 out of the library and it was a good hefty hardback). She heard
a scraping, itchy noise that sounded worryingly like claws, followed by a
creepy dragging that made every hair on her body stand on end – even the little
tiny ones in her ears.
She was just
about to leap forward and bang the book down on those hideous hands before they
could come out any further when she heard a whispering voice:
“Rommy? Are you
okay?”
It was her
little sister Amber, standing at the bedroom door holding a silver candlestick.
Before Romilly
could shout out a warning, a wordless moan came from under the bed
Aaaaaooooooooeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrggggggggaaaaarrrrrggggg
Amber walked
into the room, but unlike her sister, she didn’t seem to be trembling. On the
contrary, her sweet face in the candlelight was smiling as she bent down to
peek under the bed.
“Oh, hello,” she
said. And then groaned “eeeeeooooooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrreeeeegggg”
“What are you
doing?” Gasped Romilly. “Quick – go and get dad, run away, be safe!” And she
leaped forward, brandishing her book like a sword, and started jabbing
downwards at the monster-thing that reached out from under her bed, still
clutching her watch in its giant fist.
“You’ll hurt
him!” squeaked Amber.
“Errrm, yes?
That is the idea!” panted Romilly, aiming blows randomly downwards in the
darkness.
“Stop!” Her
little sister yelled, and waving the candlestick alarmingly close to Romilly’s
long brown hair, she made a grab for the book.
Romilly squealed
as hot wax landed on her hands, and let go of her precious paper weapon.
“What did you do
that for? I nearly had him!”
“Leave him
alone! He’s just one of the undead! He’s more afraid of you than you are of
him!”
“What? The
undead? You mean – a zombie?”
“Yes, only they
don’t like to be called that. It gives them a bad name.”
“No, it’s
drinking people’s brains that give them a bad name. Now give me that
candlestick, I’m pretty sure you’re meant to use fire to keep zombies at bay.”
But instead of
helping her, Amber darted backwards, then, putting the candlestick carefully on
the floor, she stretched out and took hold of one of the horrible gnarly hands
scrabbling towards her.
In the
flickering light from the flames, Romilly watched in horror as a creature with
mottled green blue white skin slithered out from under the bed and curled up to
stand next to her sister. Amber was only six. How come she wasn’t screaming and
running away like any normal girl her age? Any normal girl of any age, come to
think of it. Romilly certainly felt like screaming and running away, and she
was twenty.
Gggggiiiiiiiaaaaaooouuuuugggghhhhh?
Groaned the monster, and if Romilly hadn’t know better she might have thought
he was asking if she was okay.
“He wants to
know if you’re all right” interpreted Amber.
“—“ Romilly was
speechless.
The monster
regarded her with deep black eyes that reflected the dancing candle flame. Then
he held out a bulging fist the size of a football and dangled her watch towards
her on one curved blue claw.
Romilly
swallowed. Her mouth was suddenly full of spit and she thought she might be
sick – either with fear or disgust, she wasn’t sure which. And she definitely
wasn’t sure that she wanted her watch back now. Then she realized it wasn’t a
good idea to upset a zombie, so with trembling fingers she took her watch.
His skin, where
she accidentally brushed it with her palm, was surprisingly warm.
“Oh!” she
exclaimed, before she could stop herself.
“What is it?”
asked Amber.
“Well, he’s
warm. I always thought that zombies – the undead I mean – would be cold. You
know, what with being dead and everything.”
“They’re not
dead, they’re undead. It’s completely different.”
“Well, okay, so
one day you and Mr bluenose here must explain to me the finer points of dead
and undead, but for now I think we have more pressing matters. Like, for
example – what happened to the sun?”
“Yes, that’s
what I was coming to ask you. I woke up and at first I thought I’d forgotten to
open my eyes. And then I thought I was having one of those dreams where you
dream you’re awake but really you’re still asleep, so I lay there waiting to
wake up but then when I didn’t I thought I’d come and find you, to see if you
were still asleep too.”
“Ah, you mean
this is all a dream? Thank goodness. For a moment there I don’t mind admitting
I was pretty petrified. No sunshine and zombies under my bed. But if it’s all a
dream, that means I can snuggle back under the covers and soon I’ll wake up and
it’ll be morning and we can all eat our Cheerios like usual.” Romilly started
pulling the blankets back onto her bed and plumping her pillow.
“I don’t like
Cheerios, you know that,” said Amber, picking up the candlestick, “and I don’t think it is a dream. Come on,
we’d better go and find Dad. He’ll know what to do.” And – eugh – taking the
zombie’s nasty great hand, her little scrap of a sister left the room as
quietly as she’d entered it, leaving Romilly staring into the darkness once
again, wondering if it was just her, or the whole world, that had gone mad.
This is brilliant! We can't wait for the next chapter!
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