We had been walking through the darkness for what seemed like hours. The children had tried playing games or telling stories as time went by but eventually James began to worry about their mother.

"What if she's back already?" said James. "What would she be thinking."

"Oh come on, James," snapped Lucy. "Since when has that old cow ever thought about us?"

"Never, well not since dad..."

"Thank you!" interrupted Lucy before he could finish his sentence.

"You miss him don't you?" said James.

"Yes." replied Lucy. "And you know what else I miss? My own mother."

James sighed.

"She's still here." he said calmly.

"The only person she's here for is herself." replied Lucy.

They remained silent for several minutes walking through the eerie darkness in silence with the noise of rats scurrying around our feet. If only I could talk to them.

Nevertheless, the silent did not last forever as a luminescent glow appeared in the distance.

"Look at that glow!" shouted Lucy.

"What glow?" replied James.

"Can't you see it? It's so bright I..." Lucy didn't finish her sentence as she raced towards the light instead.

"Lucy wait!" James bellowed running after her.

I ran too and within seconds I was next to Lucy again.

She stood petrified at something.

She had found the same thing that I had found all those years ago.

The glow had faded and now Lucy was alone as I could not help her. The room she was in was made of black stone with engravings of tortured prisoners on each stone. The dim light of one torch lit the room and I noticed exactly what Lucy was staring at. I had seen it before, many years ago. I was an unwelcome guest as was she and her family are now. Floating in the air was a silver dagger. The reflection from the torch made it seem like it was burning.

I saw Lucy, her eyes were totally transfixed on the dagger.

There was a flash and the torch appeared at the other side of the room illuminating a carving in the wall. Lucy and I leaned forward to read it. This was the last thing I had ever read in life. "You Are Not Welcome Here!" It was happening. No sooner had Lucy finished reading the sign when something grabbed her, lifted her off the ground and put the dagger to her throat.

I could feel Lucy's heart beating faster as the dagger drew closer to slashing her throat. I wished I could help her but all I could do was watch as she slowly choked.

I could sense her body's essence becoming stronger as it prepared to cross over to my side. She had almost completely crossed over from life when suddenly...

"LUCY!" Somebody bellowed from the tunnel.

The dagger disappeared and Lucy fell on the ground gasping for breath.

"Are you all right?" James asked as he helped her up.

She was so lucky I thought to myself. When this happened to me nobody came to my aid. Some of them ran, others hid far away, or were killed. I hated them for what they had done. I even felt slightly envious towards the two children but none the less, I stayed with them.

"James!" Lucy coughed. "We have to get out of this house!"

"What do you mean?"

"Something attacked me, we're not welcome here!"

"Are you feeling alright Lucy?"

"I'M FINE!" she shouted. "We need to get out of here now!"

I followed them as they ran through the tunnel and through the door.

"How do we get out of here now?" said Lucy staring up at the surface of the library floor.

"Over there!" James pointed to a strange lever that was built into the stone walls. James pulled it and instantly, the floor began to move upwards. We all managed to stay on our feet this time and no sooner had we reached the top when James and Lucy's mother stepped inside.

I saw her jaw drop as she looked around the library. Hundreds of books were strewn all over the floor and the comfy armchairs had toppled over.

"What is the meaning of this?" she shrieked.

"Mum listen," said Lucy quickly. "This thing attacked me, we need to get out of this house before it seriously hurts someone."

"Oh, and this is your excuse for trashing the library, is it?" replied her mother sarcastically.

"Yes!" said James. "The floor moves down and there's a tunnel down there. It's where Lucy nearly got killed!"

"Right!" snapped their mother. "Get out of here now! Straight to your room! I don't want to speak to either you for the rest of the day."

The children left with angry looks on their faces. I followed them. After all I knew what it did to those who did not listen to the warning...