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|the tapping (standard:fairy tales, 841 words)|
|Author: katherine f. ballatt||Added: Jul 11 2005||Views/Reads: 2452/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|a story of a boy who moves house to find death waiting|
The tapping Tossing and turning, Tommy struggled to get comfortable in his tiny bed.He had just moved house;it felt quite strange in a new house,new room and to top it all off a strange,small hard bed.Horrible.It was alot better living in Tulip Avenue, when the village was being built it wasn't planned to be called Tulip Ave, but to be Shadow Street.It has the sign that clearly says Shadow Street however, the people in the area know it as Tulip Avenue and always will. It was given the name because of the beautiful,fresh,wild,rare tulips that grow there. Tommy awoke, ice cold sweat streaming down his face,he had clearly had a nightmare.He checked his digital clock. "Six AM," he whispered to himself unsteadily, "one hour,one hour and you can get up.It's gunna be okay, mum's in the next room." He paused, trying to block out unpleasant thoughts, but thinking how strange it would be to sit and watch somebody talk to themselves, however, strangely enough he could imagine sitting watching himself talking to none other than himself nd would consider that to be normal. Thomas Jack Feather was a short,shy and the sort of, off-in-his-own-little-world kind of kid.At eight years old Tommy was always cautious, alert and basically careful. Tommy peeled open his sleepy eyes and glared once again at his small digital clock and noticed the time had skipped not one hour, but two!The morning was bright and cheerful, he took a deep breath and sighed.Pushing himself away from the cold hard bed he gasped with relief, his kind, caring mum was up. "Tooooommmmmyyyyy!!!" She screeched with a blood boiling shout. "Were's the T.V remote you were the last one to use it.Well...WHERE ON EARTH IS IT?!" "Errrm...I dunno...i think it's under... no wait it's in the..no hang on...OH stop confusing me!" He yelled,irritated by being blamed. "OHHHHHHHHH, i'll find it later." "You'd better, or you'll be sorry." He yanked himself off the bed and got dressed. As he dashed down the stairs he hurt his arm catching it on the banister.(Tap Tap Tap.) "Mum?Did you hear that?" "don't try and change the subject." "Oh,just forget it." He cried giving up. Tommy wandered about the house investigating what his no-choice-to-be-there home was like.He searched every room and felt like a stray dog,lost, looking for home.Tommy liked to scramble through places.Drawers ,cabnets and even larger places like rooms.Let's face it he was a sheep led away from his flock, a bee in an unfamilliar hive,an abandoned dog that's been adopted by a complete and utter stranger.He was in a strange new town, his life up until yesterday was all in the past, he couldn't go back,even though he so desperately wanted to.He eventually tired of this and decided to clamber down the creaky, new, carpetless stairs to watch television. The news was on "and there you have it folks a tragic robbery and murder,that's all from me, over to you Jo Anne." "Oh my." Sobbed Jennifer (Tommy's twenty eight year old mother.) "what's up mum," asked Tommy sighing and not looking really bothered. "are you okay?" "No Tommy,no I'm not.You know that house that was robbed and that poor woman lost her life to that villan, well he took his fully grown tiger into the house and her death was caused.Tulip Ave was the adress and the evil nusance asked where ...(sob sob)...where I lived and took the life of that woman who lived in our old house and he thought she was lying so he set the tiger on her." (Sob Sob.)Tommy sat there no expression on his face, just blank, blank with fear.He slowly marched up to bed without another sound. (Tap tap tap.)Tommy awoke this time with a long yawn and strech.He ignored the sound and sleepily, so sleepily slumped down the stairs to the kitchen he snached a glass from the sink, quickly rinsed it and filled it half full with water.(Tap tap tap.)Tommy pulled the glass toward his mouth and as the sound reached his ears he jerked the glass down and.He remembered,as he accidently splashed some water down his PJ's, when he'd checked the house,he realised he'd left out the basement! He rummaged through the draw and grabbed the torch, he flicked the switch and edged down to the basement.(Tap tap tap.) Petrified he shone the light upon where the noise was coming from thinking of the tiger when,there, infront of him was a bigish pile of ... BIRD FEATHERS! It could only have been a bird.He shone the light higher and found a small nest wedged in the top corner of the wall.That confirmed it, it was a bird making all the noise.Reliefed he turned to leave when out of the corner of his eye he saw...BLOOD!It was the tiger it must have killed the bird. Two days later a neighbour came over with a welcome gift,but noone answered the door bell, so finally the kind person gave up.Strangely both Jennifer and Tommy were never to be seen again. Copy writed by katherine f. ballatt Tweet
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