05 Apr Little Voices by Anjali Niraula – Year 6
My rasping breath filled the air, thick with tension. A light chased me almost catching the tail of my yellow anorak. Almost immediately, the vague outlines of shapes disappeared along with the janitor’s flashlight. I sat slumped against a crate trying to recollect my thoughts. My name is Coraline Grace; I am thirteen; I was orphaned six years ago and I’m being hunted down by The Ring-Master.
All children were sent to her year ago, to do who knows what. Pictures that lined her walls, featured her behind her mask in every situation. An eerie tune reverberated throughout the corridors: she was singing. My fingers slowly uncrumpled the parchment with swirly writing. “I can’t let them take my place. Children have too much power.” While the last word left the tip of my tongue a scream shrilled behind me.
I only realised what was happening when my hair grazed the ceiling. Black smoke was in place of the person’s – who was doing this too me – face. Voices screamed and spoke unintelligibly. She wailed again this time in a low, painful pitch. Looking behind me I saw a mirror but looking back was not the grotesque banshee-like creature: the reflection showed a beautiful woman, her emerald green eyes almost pierced the mirror.
What was left of the scene was filtered by a black veil; a shattered mirror; a dead body and me with black sparks leaking out of my fingers.