The House on the edge of the dark forest
By SparklingGreenEyesxxx
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic that honour is with Stephanie Meyer.
*I only wish I did own them...*
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Once upon a time on a windy January night a young man was walking down through the dark forest, he was coming home from dinning at Denali Park. The sky was black as ebony, the moon full and bright in the sky, the stars shone brightly from the blackness. The man hurried through the deep forest; he lived on the other side in a mansion with his parents and two little sisters who had moved there two weeks previous, he glanced warily around him it felt as though something were watching him from the very depths of the forest.
The only sound was the wind whistling through the trees gathering the leaves into tornados flying through the forest.
An owl hooted in the distance.
A twig snapped. Crack...
The young man's frightened eyes surveyed the dense trees around him when he heard a twig snap behind him. Slowly he turned round but the only thing he saw was a tree branch moving in the wind, he started jogging trying to get out of the forest quicker.
Suddenly he could hear heavy footfalls; they were slow and sounded as though the feet were being dragged along the forest floor, he sped up to a run trying to get away from whatever it was behind him.
He burst out of the forest in a sprint but didn't stop; instead he carried on running up the stairs to his front door.
He didn't stop running until he was in his bedroom with the doors locked and the windows bolted, his parents were out of town on business and he was all alone in the big empty house. Every sound was amplified every shadow more foreboding.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief finally feeling safe; he turned around from the door to face the room.
An hour passed and all was quiet, however just as the young man was falling asleep a floorboard creaked on the landing outside his room. Creak...
He sat up slowly and listened hard, he heard the heavy footfalls again continuing up the staircase to the top floor. He grabbed a candle from the bureau and unlocked his door slowly, he peeked out to see an empty corridor, and he turned his head to look uneasily at the staircase.
He slipped out of his room and crept silently up the stair case, his eyes sweeping from side to side, his ears listening out for the heavy footfalls which were moving along the corridor on the floor above slowly towards the servant's wing who were away with his mother and father looking after his sisters.
Just as he reached the top of the staircase a shrill scream echoed all over the mansion, it came from the servants wing.
The scream was followed by a deep manic laugh.
Silence followed.
Forgetting about his fears the young man rushed along the corridor to the end room where the door was open, he walked inside raising his candle high above his head to cast rays of light into the dark room. He moved further into the room until he was in front of the window, he looked out to the edges of the forest.
The door behind him slammed shut. Bang...
He spun around slowly...
In front of him stood a young lady with her blonde hair swept up with ringlets falling around her face, her eyes were empty and cold and her lips pale. His eyes widened when he saw her ripped bloodstained dress and bare feet, her hands were clutching a dagger dripping blood onto the wooden floors.
She walked slowly towards him raising the dagger above her head slowly, her lips curled into a smile full of hatred.
His scream reverberated through the mansion and forest and that was the last time anybody ever heard of Jasper Hale.
When the rest of the Hale family arrived home from business in town the servants found:
Jasper Hale is dead and you will be too - GET OUT!
The next day the Hale family left town for reasons unknown to everybody in the whole parish.
The house on the edges of the dark forest was empty...
A/N: What did people think?... I was just brain storming and decided to write another fanfic.
Please review!