Secrets of the Past by Wendy Backshall Read Free Book Online Page B

backwar ds, hitting my head on the step I assume.
    I awoke with a pain in the back of my head; there was a cold chill o n my face when I opened my eyes. I mmediately in front of me was a large old wooden door, with large hinges, and a huge lock.
    It was like a door you would see in an old castle.
    I then realized how cold my bottom was, and I was sitting on a cold concrete floor. I quickly jumped up, pulling my dressing gown up around my neck, as I was cold and shivery.
    I looked around and it looked like a dungeon or prison cell, nothing at all anywhere, just the window with thick bars, and the door.
    I was feeling very panicky by this time, my head hurt and I was so cold. I went towards the window, where the bars were and tried to look out, but they were high, and could only see another concrete wall beyond.
    I started thinking back, what could have happened? How did I get here?
    I remembered opening the door, then no more.
    I pushed my hair from my face, felt something wet, it was blood, tangled in my ha ir, and it must have been when I bumped my head I thought.
    On my forehead, the blood trickling down my face.
    Suddenly I thought a bout Geoff, w as it he that brought me here. W ho else could it be ?
    I ran to the door tried to open it but was unable. I started to become hysterical, but after a time I thought, no calm down Amy, think about it.
    I sat on a bit of a step in the corner, shi vering, what can I do I thought?

I thought I saw something move out the corner of my eye, then again, it came closer. I jumped up and squealed it was a rat. It went away again. I sat cringing at the thought of more.
    Then I heard a noise so backed from the door and the din of the key opening, made me flinch with terror.
    It opened and there he was, him, Geoff looking worse than ever, like a tramp, dirty, filthy clothes, his breathing wheezy, I was on the brink of rushing at him, but my legs were so weak.
    He then spoke.
    “I warned you ”.
    H e shouted, coughing and wheezing.
    H e star ted towards me, I was now backing to the cold grey wall behind me, and he stopped a foot or so in front of me.
    I could not scream, or speak, paralyzed with fear.
    “I warned you, didn’t I? ”
    Now you’re going to pay just like the others ”,
    H e said, breathing heavily.
    By this time, I was frozen, could not speak or mutter a noise even if I wanted to.
    He then added,
    “Now are you going to tell me where the locket is or am I going to kill you this time ? ”
    He came close to my face. His breath hot, he smelt so bad, I had to hol d my breath to stop the disgusting smell .
    He then shouted,
        “Well, are you going to tell me ? ”
    I pushed him back .
    “I haven’t got it anymore, someone took it, and don’t you think I would give it to you if I had it”. I said.
    Thinking of Zoë and Lynne, who had already died by this man’s hands, should I just give it to him?
    I then screamed at him .
    “Get off, let me go.”
    However, he swung his hand and hit me in the face, which stung as his hand left my cheek, he then grabbed my arm started dragging me to the door.
    I tasted blood on my lips.
    He grabbed me again by the throat, his nails sinking in to my flesh but then let go, pushing me to the floor , then grabbed my hair, pulling at the roots, he then dropped me and headed for the door.
    I shouted after him.
    “Please let me go, I really don’t have the locket.”
    He then appeared again throwing a carrier bag; raising my hands to stop it from it hitting me in the face.
    He then spoke again.
    “I will be back soon, and you want to pray you are telling the truth.”
    I stood against the wall for a moment, then glanced at the bag and slowly opened it to see mums jumper the fleecy one I had kept in my wardrobe, it had a tiny picture of Bambi on it.
    I was thrilled he had chosen this one rather than any other. I had it for years.
    I remember when mum bought it at a market when we holidayed in Hastings, she bought the Bambi one, and I had