By Lucifer Thirteen
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The stolen car flew down the motorway at 80mph. The driver was Danny
Bank, 17 year old tear-away. In the passenger seat was Tan, also 17, best
friend of Danny.
Silent tension filled the car, but suddenly Tan bellowed,
"Up there! Quick! To that resort town!"
Without question Danny turned off down the small
road towards Deary resort town.
* * *
At the same time, Alicia Wedcroft, beautiful yet
dangerous, arrived at Deary. She was 18 and had left school at 16 to
travel the world. Her parents, Lord and Lady Wedcroft were the third
richest couple in the world. Alicia didn't have to worry about money.
She arrived by Taxi. What she wanted in this small,
unknown town was greedy and shocking. Her 93 year old grandmother was
dying, and Alicia had only a little time to do it, to wheedle her way
into her grandmother's will.
She arrived at her grandmother's house in 13 Harkshire avenue at the
same time Danny and Tan pulled up at the empty
"I'm not sure anyone's home." said Tan, getting
out of the car.
"Damn it!" cursed Danny whacking the top of the ford
The noise echoed through the empty streets.
Alicia rang the doorbell twice before trying the
door. It was open. The damn old woman hadn't locked the door.
Alicia walked into the quiet house. It was cosy and
"Grandma?" called Alicia, her voice slicing the
thick pregnant silence. Suddenly she whirled around at the sound of
Then she gasped.
Danny sat in the blue ford fiesta humming a
tuneless song. Tan had gone round the back of the
garage to find life. He'd gone for almost quarter of
an hour. This dump of a town was deserted.
He wound down the window and yelled out, "Oi Tan!
Hurry up will you!"
"His voice rung through the air. Then he noticed just
how spooky the situation was.
Alicia ran into the kitchen and tugged at the
back door. It was locked. She kicked and slammed at the
white door, chipping the paint. "Help me please!" She
Danny went round the small brick building
that was the garage. The back door was open. He went
in, the small office was empty apart from a tidy desk
and wooden chair. There was no other exit from that
Alicia took a china cup from the sink and smashed
the window in the back door. The falling glass landed
on the slabs outside. She thrust through a flailing
hand and reached for the handle. It still wouldn't
Danny left the garage land hastily and sped up
the nearest road of houses, Harkshire avenue.
Alicia gave the door up and went to the sink. From
there she took a large carving knife. She turned
around; her predecessor was gone.
She crept slowly round the downstairs rooms. Then when
she got to the front door she opened it, sped through
it and down the road.
Halfway down she bumped into someone. She screamed as
she fell to the hard tarmac. Danny jumped a mile too.
But when he saw this sexy, shapely woman he quickly
helped her up.
Alicia stared at this handsome young teenager
who seemed her age.
"Sorry about that, you okay?" his voice was smooth,
like his looks.
"Yeah, Well I was going top speed anyway." Then her
terror caught up with her and she began running again.
Danny grabbed her arm.
"Whoa! Where you off to?"
"That thing in my grandma's house! Have you seen it?"
Alicia spun round to look at the house. It remained
silent like all the rest.
"Right, tell me, what's going on?"
"Let go!" Alicia tried to pull from his grip.
"No, you listen you jam-faced tart, you tell me what's
going on, 'cos I'm stuck in this place as well, now
you tell me!"
Suddenly the top left window of 13 Harkshire avenue
burst open, a body flying out.
To be continued.....