by Bee Smith

Created on: September 29, 2010   Last Updated: March 26, 2011

Trapped in a haunted place.

Jenny and Brian had secretly gone down into the cellar below their home as children, while their parents were away working on their property. Running and hiding, cheekily as many children did from their nanny. The cellar was there favorite hiding place, as it was forbidden by their parents; no-one was allowed to enter the cellar. Now that they were left to oversea the running of the homestead, Jenny and Brian’s curiosity about the cellar had got the better of them both, they had been hearing weird noises around the home so decided to investigate the hidden dark secrets of the cellar below.

The morning began when Jenny and Brian started to hear voices and whispers floating about the kitchen while they were getting breakfast.

“Brian, I am tired of hearing all these strange noise noises and whispers. I feel as though I am loosing my mind,” said Jenny.

“Okay I am coming just let me grab my toast,” grunted Brian.

The noises seemed to hover over, their mothers dining table which covered the door to the cellar.

“Let’s move the table Brian, and put down the toast and use both hands, come on hurry up!” stated Jenny.

“You are just like Mum was, impatient; things will get done, and that is an understatement” remarked Brian

Finally they moved the dining table and opened the door to the cellar, “Brian grab us the torch from the sideboard, I think we might need it, as we clamber our way down the steps in the dark,” she added.

He grabbed the torch and quickly Jenny and Brian began to descend into the cellar for the first time in their lives. Stirrings in murky corners of the cellar glowed from the reflections from the torch and smoky droplets of mist were hanging in the air just out of sight from the reflection of the torch. As the walked slowly towards them they seemed to vanish. Taking a step closer to the murky shadows, there was a loud thud above them and they looked up only to see the cellar door shut above.

“You were the one that wanted to come down here now what are we going to do?” said Brian.

“Well lets look around and see what is about, the men will wonder where we are and come looking surely; when we do not turn up for shearing,” added Jenny.

Brian shone the torch about the cellar, and remarked, “I knew we were not crazy with the sounds we always heard of a night when we were growing up,”

“Jenny! There is a shimmering

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