Chapter Two - BuriedAfter changing from my pyjamas (being a Saturday, I chose to have a pyjama day) into a pair of warm pants and a grey jumper, I slipped on my volleys and slowly stepped onto the back veranda using my phone as a torch. It was a cold night, even for winter, my breath fogged in front of my face as I began to walk wearily to the back shed where the gardening shovels were kept, but suddenly I felt as though I was being watched, to the point I felt myself tingle with adrenaline. Switching my phone light off, I walked fasted and faster until I arrived at the shed door. I grabbed the handle and twisted. The door gave a loud, eerie squeak as it glided open. Stepping in, I walked around in the dark, using memory to see until I found a shovel that came up to the bottom of my ribs. I could still feel like something was watching me, waiting for something, I ran back to my house, found the Buddha resting in the garden and began to dig. After twenty minutes of digging further and further into the hard
Chapter One - Phone CallMy mobile phone began to ring, breaking the silence that had absorbed the house for 3 dull and quiet hours. I jumped at the sudden noise, but then relaxed. A song from my favourite band was set as my ring tone; this was relaxing, made me feel safe. The music made me feel at ease despite it being an interruption.
I looked down and picked up my mobile, glancing at the screen, a private number? Why would a private number bother to ring me at this late hour? Whenever a telemarketer would ring, it’s always on the home phone, and they’re always asking for mum or dad…
I decided to pause the music playing on my headset. They were given to me by a friend the previous Christmas, I loved them and they worked perfectly for my computer games and music. I slipped them off my ears and allowed then to rest at the base of my neck while I still held my phone.
Something didn’t feel right, I hadn’t heard any cars drive by for the past few hours, dad hadn’t arrived home