War of the Worlds, Chapter 5
By Lucky_Ladybug
Amanda slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was laying in a lavishly furnished, darkened hallway. The decor appeared to be turn-of-the-century.
"Oh no. Where am I?" she groaned. Looking up, she noticed a gold-rimmed mirror and remembered what had happened.
"Jack?" Amanda called. "Are you here?" She slowly stood up and felt her way down the hall.
She hadn't gone more than ten feet when she suddenly fell on the floor, having tripped over something. She heard a soft moan.
"Jack?" she whispered.
In the dim light she could faintly see Jack sprawled on the floor, limp and unmoving.
"Jack!" she gasped, "are you okay? Wake up, Jack!" She gently shook him on the shoulder.
Jack stirred, slowly raising a hand to reach for Amanda. "Amanda?" he asked weakly.
"Yes, Jack, I'm here," Amanda said softly.
"That was some wild ride," Jack said wryly. "Can you imagine something so ridiculous as falling through a mirror?"
Amanda sighed. "Just when you think things can't get any stranger, they do."
"Where are we anyway?" Jack wondered, gingerly rubbing his head.
Amanda walked over to the window and looked out. "Jack, I don't think you're going to believe this. I can hardly believe it myself . . . We seem to be in Winfield's place."
"Normally, I wouldn't believe it, but after we've been to the English moors and back, I feel like I could believe anything," Jack replied sardonically.
Suddenly Amanda gasped. "Jack! It's . . . it's him!"
"Who?" Jack asked.
"The hooded phantom!" Amanda replied. "Only now he's wearing a suit."
Jack stared in the direction Amanda was pointing. "Hey, yeah, I see him too."
Amanda paused. "Only . . . only . . . he doesn't look like the hooded phantom. He has a kind look in his eyes."
"What? Are you telling me that there's two of them then?" Jack asked, slightly amused.
"Well, it's possible," Amanda shot back. She turned back to look at the man again. "Strange. Now he's gone."
"I think we'd better get out of here," Jack said. "There's no telling what'll happen in a strange place like this. I can't even figure out how we got here. The whole place might be cursed or something!"
"I wouldn't be surprised," Amanda muttered. "You're right, Jack. Let's get out of here."
******
After wandering through a maze of hallways and rooms, Jack and Amanda finally found their way outside. By now night had fallen.
Suddenly a strange green light enveloped the property.
"Oh wow, that's all we need," Amanda groaned.
It hovered over the manor for several minutes, then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.
They made their way back to Amanda's car. As they drove away from the forboding place, Jack turned on the radio. They were greeted by a spooky laugh and a, "Welcome to Spook Theatre!"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Amanda muttered. "Not that silly show!" She tried to turn the dial, but it seemed to be stuck. "Jack, what did you do?" she demanded.
"I didn't do anything," Jack replied. He grinned mischievously. "I guess the radio wants us to hear 'Spook Theatre.'"
"Oh, you!" Amanda gave Jack a withering glare.
Meantime, Mr. Smith stood in front of the manor. He knew it somehow played a part in things, though he wasn't sure yet what that part was. He did know that he felt very uneasy and that he wanted to get away from that place as quickly as possible. He started to walk down the sidewalk, then suddenly turned back. The whole manor had disappeared. In its place was a vacant lot.
"Ohhhh boy," Mr. Smith sighed, shaking his head. He turned to walk on, but suddenly turned back again. The manor was back, only it looked like an English castle. "I know you're up to something," he called out to the night air. "I just don't know what it is yet," he added in a softer voice.
By Lucky_Ladybug
Amanda slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was laying in a lavishly furnished, darkened hallway. The decor appeared to be turn-of-the-century.
"Oh no. Where am I?" she groaned. Looking up, she noticed a gold-rimmed mirror and remembered what had happened.
"Jack?" Amanda called. "Are you here?" She slowly stood up and felt her way down the hall.
She hadn't gone more than ten feet when she suddenly fell on the floor, having tripped over something. She heard a soft moan.
"Jack?" she whispered.
In the dim light she could faintly see Jack sprawled on the floor, limp and unmoving.
"Jack!" she gasped, "are you okay? Wake up, Jack!" She gently shook him on the shoulder.
Jack stirred, slowly raising a hand to reach for Amanda. "Amanda?" he asked weakly.
"Yes, Jack, I'm here," Amanda said softly.
"That was some wild ride," Jack said wryly. "Can you imagine something so ridiculous as falling through a mirror?"
Amanda sighed. "Just when you think things can't get any stranger, they do."
"Where are we anyway?" Jack wondered, gingerly rubbing his head.
Amanda walked over to the window and looked out. "Jack, I don't think you're going to believe this. I can hardly believe it myself . . . We seem to be in Winfield's place."
"Normally, I wouldn't believe it, but after we've been to the English moors and back, I feel like I could believe anything," Jack replied sardonically.
Suddenly Amanda gasped. "Jack! It's . . . it's him!"
"Who?" Jack asked.
"The hooded phantom!" Amanda replied. "Only now he's wearing a suit."
Jack stared in the direction Amanda was pointing. "Hey, yeah, I see him too."
Amanda paused. "Only . . . only . . . he doesn't look like the hooded phantom. He has a kind look in his eyes."
"What? Are you telling me that there's two of them then?" Jack asked, slightly amused.
"Well, it's possible," Amanda shot back. She turned back to look at the man again. "Strange. Now he's gone."
"I think we'd better get out of here," Jack said. "There's no telling what'll happen in a strange place like this. I can't even figure out how we got here. The whole place might be cursed or something!"
"I wouldn't be surprised," Amanda muttered. "You're right, Jack. Let's get out of here."
******
After wandering through a maze of hallways and rooms, Jack and Amanda finally found their way outside. By now night had fallen.
Suddenly a strange green light enveloped the property.
"Oh wow, that's all we need," Amanda groaned.
It hovered over the manor for several minutes, then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished.
They made their way back to Amanda's car. As they drove away from the forboding place, Jack turned on the radio. They were greeted by a spooky laugh and a, "Welcome to Spook Theatre!"
"Oh for heaven's sake!" Amanda muttered. "Not that silly show!" She tried to turn the dial, but it seemed to be stuck. "Jack, what did you do?" she demanded.
"I didn't do anything," Jack replied. He grinned mischievously. "I guess the radio wants us to hear 'Spook Theatre.'"
"Oh, you!" Amanda gave Jack a withering glare.
Meantime, Mr. Smith stood in front of the manor. He knew it somehow played a part in things, though he wasn't sure yet what that part was. He did know that he felt very uneasy and that he wanted to get away from that place as quickly as possible. He started to walk down the sidewalk, then suddenly turned back. The whole manor had disappeared. In its place was a vacant lot.
"Ohhhh boy," Mr. Smith sighed, shaking his head. He turned to walk on, but suddenly turned back again. The manor was back, only it looked like an English castle. "I know you're up to something," he called out to the night air. "I just don't know what it is yet," he added in a softer voice.