|1.||Sssssshhhhh!||Read it Now|
|2.||Chilly||Read it Now|
|3.||Number 13||Read it Now|
|4.||what?||Read it Now|
|5.||All a dream?||See below|
|All a dream?|
|And with that, she was gone again, the only thing that proved her existence was the black hole in the floorboards. He stepped forward, knelt down at the side of the hole, and dived.|
He landed head first in a field. He could smell smoke, not cigarette smoke, fire smoke. He stood up and saw Ivy across the road, she seemed younger then he remembered. She seemed to be taking notes. “Alex, come with me.” Alex turned around, Ivy was stood behind him, he turned back round, and saw her again, but younger.
“Ivy, if you’re here, then whose that?”Alex asked indicating the other Ivy.
“That’s me, but younger, when i first started my career as an author.” Ivy replied. “This is Ireland, 1613, August 23, my birthplace, and death bed.”
“Death bed? Why are we here? Why did you wait until my friends had gone?” Alex had so many questions.
“One question at a time child! Right, I waited for your friends too leave, okay, Alex, this may seem weird, but, you’re the only person who can help.” She looked away. “Now come, we don’t have much time."
"Don't have much time? Why do you keep saying that? What does it mean?" Alex asked, but Ivy was already a mile away. "Alex! Hurry Up." After a few minutes of running, Alex managed to catch up with Ivy. The smell of smoke was now really strong. Ivy smiled as he approached. "Now, Alex, look across the street here, this is History in action." Alex looked across the street. A Tudor house was just being set alight. Suddenly the sky grew dark. A mist spread across from the east. Now the house was on fire. The flames reaching the sky. "The bottom of page thirteen of your book, its been ripped out of every single copy. Do you know why?" Alex asked.
"Of course i know why! I did it! Before i sent my book for publishing, i ripped it out, the publishers couldn't do anything about it, then, i disappeared." She replied. Rummaging in her pocket, Ivy revealed a slightly yellowed piece of paper. "The girl in the house survives, same as the book.
"I still don't understand, why am i here?"
"Your here because i choose you, because, after this house was destroyed, it was rebuilt into the house in which you live." Ivy replied smiling. "Here, take this this piece of paper, read it aloud and watch the house." Ivy handed Alex the piece of paper, he read it aloud, and watched the house, just as Ivy had asked. Coming out from the mist, was a Stallion, a Black stallion with no rider, just a bare saddle. "Go.Go with the stallion who goes by the name Midnight, and return to your world, remember this experience, look after that piece of paper on your way, when you get home, check the copy of my book that you borrowed, the rest of Page thirteen will be there, i promise."
And with that, Alex climbed onto Midnight's back, clinging onto the piece of paper. Then he was back, back in his own world, i his bedroom, tucked into bed. It had been a dream. The book was on his desk, he climbed out of bed, picked up the book, and turned to page thirteen, sure enough, the rest of the page was there, good as new.
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