{"id":1783,"date":"2018-08-06T16:36:37","date_gmt":"2018-08-06T16:36:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theskrypt.co.ke\/?p=1783"},"modified":"2018-10-24T15:54:02","modified_gmt":"2018-10-24T15:54:02","slug":"sarah","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theskrypt.co.ke\/index.php\/2018\/08\/06\/sarah\/","title":{"rendered":"SARAH"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It was a dark stormy night in Winterz. Sarah Liam couldn\u2019t help but feel bored, after all she was all alone in the huge old house. Her friends couldn\u2019t come over because, well, it was raining. As she sat down by the fireplace<!--more-->with a cup of hot tea in her hand to warm her up, she found herself thinking about the supposedly cursed marsh land that they were talking about with her friends Tina, Nana and Bree. Apparently most of the people who visited the marsh land near the only forest in Winterz never came back and those that did, had an undeniably unnatural series of negative encounters.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Bell was a very nosy neighbor of Sarah\u2019s and everyone who visited Winterz had to have known or been known by Bell in one way or another. The story had been told and retold for centuries. One day Bell was going about her usual business of nosing around in anyone\u2019s and everyone\u2019s business when she heard her name whispered in the direction of the forest or, was she imagining things? \u201cOh dear I might have slept too late, I rather feel tired\u201d she muttered to herself in an attempt to shrug off what she thought she\u2019d heard but she couldn\u2019t ignore the scream that confirmed it. Someone needed her help. Bell may have been nosy but she certainly was not one to ignore a cry for help.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She rushed in the direction of the sound, yes, you guessed right. To the forest Bell dashed not caring that on her own she may not be strong enough to fight \u2018the adversary\u2019. As she made her way to the sound of the cry, she didn\u2019t bother to leave a trail or a mark that would help her find her way back. Now this is the interesting part as soon as she was deep in the forest, the screaming stopped. Confused, she looked around and screamed \u2018WHERE ARE YOU?\u2019 No response. It was then that she thought to look around and it hit her, she was lost and alone!!!! Panic setting in, she noticed the tall trees and the shadows they cast on the ground and\u00a0 all of it creeped her out. She raced through the woods not caring about direction thinking that things couldn\u2019t get any worse. At least that was the case until she stepped into the marsh and got stuck! \u201cGREAT!\u201d she muttered. She struggled to get out but the more she tried the more she got sucked into the marsh.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">She heard the sound of breaking twigs. She was not alone. She stopped struggling and whispered \u2018God help me\u2019. Before she knew it, she heard someone\u2019s voice gentle and kind calling \u201cmiss? You look like you need help\u201d and when she turned around she heard the voice gasp \u201cBell is that you?\u201d I would love to say it was a pleasant surprise but it wasn\u2019t for either party. Why you ask? Years ago, back in high school Bell was best friends with Lisa, well, that was until Bell\u2019s nosiness led her to a little secret and Bell spiced it up and spread it and for the longest time Lisa was stigmatized. I however cannot tell Lisa\u2019s secret for obvious reasons. That being the back story you can understand why their meeting was not a pleasant surprise. Years later the two meet at the \u2018cursed\u2019 marsh. \u00a0Bell knew she was not getting any help from\u00a0<em>her<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">With slumping shoulders she gave up on ever getting out of there. Bell bowed her head in shame and waited with no hope. To her surprise Lisa stretched out her hand and offered to help her out. Bell slowly held out her hand and accepted aid from Lisa. Once Bell was free she meekly muttered \u2018thank you\u2019. She then politely asked Lisa, \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d Lisa responded with a sad smile that she was looking for a plant for her study since she wanted to be a doctor but got lost while searching. Lisa had never been one to believe in things like curses so she was not afraid of the forest. She said that she saw shadows in the forest and they seemed to be haunting her. It was then that Bell realized that she was the one whose scream she\u2019d heard. Question is who whispered her name? Or was she dreaming?<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cAre you alright Bell?\u201d Lisa\u2019s voice cut through her thoughts.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u201cSarah! Sarah! Sarah. What\u2019s up with\u00a0<em>her<\/em>!!?\u201d Bree\u2019s voice woke Sarah from her slumber. Sarah put her hand on her forehead since her head was spinning. Her friends! They were with her! Sarah had fallen asleep after drinking tea to her fill and when sleep got the best of her, the cup fell from her hand spilling the remaining content on the floor. By the time she was woken by Bree, the rain had stopped. Tina and Nana were busy chatting and giggling over what dresses to wear to some upcoming school event. Ah yes prom. Bree was cleaning up the tea that had spilled from the cup when it fell to the floor while looking at Sarah with a worried expression on her face and Sarah could barely withhold her urge to laugh. \u201cDo I have something on my face?\u201d Sarah asked jokingly.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Bree frowned slightly and replied, \u201dno\u201d and then she took a seat on one of the other couches opposite Tina and Nana. Sarah who had just woken up to find the place tidied up and spotless, massaged her temples and got up to get her diary so that she could write down her dream which had felt so real. Bree relit the fireplace which had died down while Sarah was sleeping and joined the conversation between Tina and Nana. Sarah came back with her diary and smacked a high five on all three of her friends\u2019 heads and they looked up, grinned at her and with the seat pillows swung at Sarah\u2019s head in response to her greeting.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">It was getting dark outside and the cold was seeping through to their bones so after a whole thirty minutes of pillow fighting and pointless giggling, they went upstairs to Sarah\u2019s room all four of them and on\u00a0<em>her\u00a0<\/em>bed cuddled up for warmth. The day ended with four friends asleep with angelic looks on their faces and unending piece.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a dark stormy night in Winterz. Sarah Liam couldn\u2019t help but feel bored, after all she was all alone in the huge old house. 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