Here is my first story ever! I wanted to update you guys on what is going on. I will be updating not very much because I will be busy half the time for the summer. I literally typed this up in 20 minutes. I hope you enjoy this story!
Chapter One
June 1909
Wendy slowly woke up from her slumber and got up, slowly. She went to her dresser and threw on a dress. She saw a bright light from the corner of her eye and turned around towards the window. She knew she was imagining it, but she opened the window anyways. She looked left, right, up, and down. Nothing. She sighed and almost closed the window when she heard a voice. She turned around and saw her brothers. She sighed, glad it was only them. She looked at her mother who was worried about her. She smiled softly.
"Are you ok?" asked Mary Darling.
"Yes, mother." replied Wendy. She looked out the window and her brothers, John and Michael Darling walked up to her and touched her shoulder.
"Wendy, there is nothing out there. You just-"
"I know, John. I was hoping."
"Wendy…Wendy…He-Help…M-Me…" whispered a hoarse voice.
She gasped, "Did you hear that?"
"What, Wendy?" asked Michael.
"Nothing. I should head off to bed." She walked to her bed and pulled off the covers, getting into it and covering herself with the blankets.
"Let's go, John."
Mary and the boys walked out of the room and Wendy got up, walking to the dresser. She opened it and got out a candle, lighting it. She walked out the door and looked up at the sky, seeing a shooting star. She smiled, knowing that she wasn't going crazy.
Wendy was walking on the sidewalk with Nana, her brothers, and the Lost Boys. She sighed as she heard the voice again. That scary, hoarse voice.
"Wendy…Save me…" She swallowed hard, her throat dry. She started to run, not caring where she is going with the boys calling after her and Nana barking. She turned many corners before she came to a halt. At the park. She sat down on a bench.
"Wendy…Wendy…"
She covered her head with her hands, trying to get the stupid voice out of her head. She wanted it to go away. She heard running and she looked up to see Michael. She pulled him down, covering his mouth.
"If you call out for them, I will never speak to you again." she said harshly.
Michael pulled her hand away, "What is wrong, Wendy?"
"I keep hearing a voice. A scary one."
"I don't-"
"I just can't figure out what it is or who it is."
"You better figure it out soon, Wendy"
"I will."
"Will, what?" asked Michael, confused.
"Didn't you say I needed to figure it out."
"No."
"That's weird."
"You must be hearing things again."
"I guess so."
"Come on. Let's go find the others before they start to tell Mother and Father?"
"Ok." They slowly walked out of the park.