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Margaux ROCCA- 3^e1                                                                                    March 3rd, 2021                         

Scary Story

This is the story of an American teenager called «Ivy» who survived hell.

Ivy Anderson was born in 1999 in Atlanta and had a happy childhood until her parents died in a car accident when she was 10. Then, she lived with her grandparents before they died a year later. Alone in the world, she was forced to go to an orphanage where she stayed during 7 years. When she finally turned 18 and became independent, she decided to look for a job as an « au pair » and move away from her past to go study at the university of California.

A few months later, the back-to-school day was coming and it was time for her to move in with her employers, the Zoldics. This day was supposed to be her first day in the Zoldic family and therefore a very special one. When she reached the address received by email, she parked her car outisde the property and left it with her suitcase. She was exhausted as she had made a long journey.

She was standing right here, in front of the gate separating her from the huge Zoldic Manor. Impressed, she didn’t dare to ring the bell. After many minutes observing the house without moving, she realized that night was coming and took her bravoure to finally ring the bell. One second later she touched the bell, the gate opened with a horrible screech.

Surprised, she jumped. Thinking that she was ridiculous, she giggled a bit and entered the giant garden rolling her suitcase on the pebbles of the alley. There was nobody. A bit scared of being lonely, she walked a bit faster and arrived at the entrance of the Manor. She stopped and looked at the house again, waiting for the person who had opened the gate for her. It was an old dark stone batisse where each window seemed to be covered by dense curtains.  The burgundy red wooden door was two or three feet taller than her and had a large antique metal handle in the centre.

Seeing that no one was coming, she decided to open the door to go inside and take refuge from the wind. She entered. There were only a few candles on the walls along the velvet staircase in front of the entrance. Dubitative in front of this still empty staircase, she decided to ask if there was someone there, but her only answer was the echo of her own voice. She felt shivers running down her neck. Without knowing why, an aura prevented her from moving forward, terrifying her. The air became icy. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming closer and a honey voice whispering "So little thing, we're lost? Don't worry, I'll take care to bleed you out soon, huh? ".

The young woman was petrified. While descending the stairs calmly, the voice continued to whisper, getting even closer. A few seconds later, she saw a young man with a feline gait and blood-coloured eyes, his canines protruding from his mouth. His skin was as pale as a dead man and his beauty seemed inhuman.  Ivy was totally hypnotized by his eyes and could only hear his voice. She could no more think.

Suddenly, Ivy dropped her suitcase, which crashed to the ground with a thud. Ivy was then brought back to reality and instinctively, her fear taking over, she rushed to the door and ran out as fast as she could towards the gate. Once through the gate, she turned back to see if the horrible figure had followed her, but saw only his pale hand with sharp nails sticking out of the door. Still in shock, she blew and realised she was crying. She had also forgotten her suitcase, but didn't even care about it. She picked up her car keys that she had fortunately slipped into her pocket and drove away as far as her car could carry her with the petrol she had left. From that day on, she went to live in Europe and never returned to America, praying that "the creature" had not followed her here…

…Today, she is in a retirement residence despite her still lively mind. I am the only one of her grandchildren to whom she confided her story because she was afraid that the "creature" would find her and because no one would believe her. No one but me. I've always had a special relationship with her and she knows that I will always believe her.

Even with the few clues she had about it, she never knew what this monster was. A vampire? Maybe, but no one will ever know. Of course, I'm curious to know what it was but I promised her not to look for an answer that could put us in danger so it will remain a secret between a crazy old lady and her quirky grandson…

• By Matthiew Robinson