Its Okay to Have Secrets - A Short Story

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☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ Arrow keys or space bar to move along Also I know that the rules were to write it in Scratch, but yeah, uhm, i didn't do that. So here's a copy of the whole thing so you can copy and paste if necessary - The trees rustled in the wind, sending a pallet of brightly coloured autumn leaves into the night sky, towards the foreboding full moon. We had been walking for half an hour already. How far in the woods could this creepy do-gooder of a granny possibly live? If she hadn’t had adopted me anyway, she would have saved me the trouble of the journey all the way here. I would've been more contented back at The Home anyway, with all the other hopeless kids crying themselves to sleep, in a depressed huddle each night. As we neared a clearing, I could just make out the black blurry shape of a small wooden cottage. Miss Casidy, who had been walking silently by my side, put a hand round my shoulders, offering comfort, that just made the pools of anxiety in my stomach start to boil and bubble like a witch's cauldron. The lady walked up to us. She was old and wrinkly, unfit to take care of a teenage girl like me, but her grey eyes had an sense of mystery to them, an almost humbling air. She smiled dearly as she walked up to us. “Good evening dearies, I’m Mrs Wellow, your new mama!” she turned to me decisively. There was absolutely no way I was going to call a ninety-year-old, half dead pensioner ‘mama.’ Miss Casidy smiled at me somewhat concerningly, and proceeded to flip through a stack of papers. “Everything has been pre-signed, so you're good to go,” and with a dismissive hug and pat on the back, I was left standing there with that ominous old woman. “Now, we’re going to get to know everything there is to know about you, dearie. Isn’t that jolly good?” The way she talked, slowly and deep in thought, made the hairs on my arms perk up. There was no way I was sleeping tonight. “So, tell me everything. Name, age, how you ended up an orphan?” I hadn’t spoken to anyone about my parents death since the police’s interrogation when I was five, and I wasn’t ready to share that information with my best friends, let alone this spawn of freaking Medusa. The lady was stepping closer and closer, making me slowly edge backwards towards the house. By this point, she was just being a little uncanny. I closed my eyes for a second, hoping that this was just a bad dream, one of those cruel nightmares that plagued me as a child, but it turned out to be a big mistake to take my eyes off the lady. “Tell me EVERYTHING!” She yelled, foam pouring out the side of her mouth, and bloody dagger at the ready. Then, as I sidled nearer and nearer to the cobweb ridden cottage, I heard the low wail of sirens, and the flash of red and blue light. ٭ ٭ ٭ I was sitting, feet dangling off the edge of a cliff, wind in my mop of ruddy locks, Miss Casidy next to me. “I called as soon as I left. There was something up with this lady. The papers were all completed, so I couldn’t just not let you stay, not really. Thing is, there was something up with her. I could feel it. Turns out she's been, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but she’s been taking children from all over, their homes, the streets, adoption centres,” she nodded my way. “Pressuring them to tell her things, stabbing them with that dagger of hers if they refused to share with the class. Then, she’d lock them up in the house and starve them to death. None were found alive,” she paused for a second. “Morbid story, that.” She looked me deep in the eye. “After what you’ve just been through, I want you to know. We all have secrets, and they’re okay to keep until you’re ready to share, ok?” I nodded slowly, turning the words over in my brain, “It's okay to have secrets” I repeated, somewhat cautiously. And just like that, Miss Casidy’s hand was putting pressure on my back, and I was falling, falling to my death. “Indeed, it's okay to have secrets,” were the last words I heard anyone say, slightly distorted by the wind, but an eternal echo in my brain. ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾