100 WC Week 1 - A Baleful Voice

Nervously Leah pulled back the gnarled wooden plank and peered into the murky shadows. Like an intrepid explorer, she inched forward. Curiosity was tugging at her coat, luring her into the swirling darkness… what would she find inside?

Gradually her eyes began to accustom themselves to the gloom. Like black icebergs, drifting on a wooden sea, dusty furniture bumped and bashed against her shins. “Ouch!” she cried out, rubbing her leg.

There was the sound again. She froze. That baleful song heard from outside was being carried on the musty air.

“Who’s there?” she called out. But no one answered… and then the noise stopped.