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Celine:Witchs Rising Chapter 4

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CHAPTER 4

I continued to walk into the hallway until I reached the telephone that was resting on the circular base of the pinewood table and lifted the receiver before I jabbed Poppy's phone number into the phone, twirling the cord around my fingers mindlessly I listened for the dial tone until I heard a voice break in from the other end.
“Hello Mrs. Fielding its Celine please can I speak to Poppy?" I asked whilst examining the my aching cuts that I had sustained from my encounter with the crow, “Hello Celine, how are you doing dear?" replied Poppies Mother. I like Mrs. Fielding a great deal she is very laid back over what Poppy does, she won’t question her dress sense or inquire about her homework or the time she gets back in from a night out, my own Mum disapproves of this lax approach and insists it breeds laziness and can even turn people to crime. (“Good that will give me something to write about then won't it! Do you think she will be doing a bank raid any time soon?”) My father had joked when my mother had said this.

“I’m fine Mrs. Fielding thanks for asking. Is Poppy there?" I asked again " Yes just hold on a second" she replied before I heard a dull thud of the phone being placed on the table and her shouting up for Poppy , I then thought about what I had just said , that I was fine! I had just been attacked by a killer crow! I was not really fine but I guess it's not really dinner table conversation or phone etiquette even to speak about such things. I heard a slight stomping noise growing louder and then heard Poppy’s voice “Hempho Cempheen”, “...Uhh what sorry Poppy? Didn’t quite get that...” I heard some rapid chewing noise and a gulp before a clearer voice responded " Hello Celine, sorry I was eating a peanut butter sandwich when you called,” which does not surprise me one bit Poppy never seems to stop eating, " Uhh that's ok Poppy listen I really need to talk to you “I said in a hushed voice not wanting for my family to overhear.” What’s happened? You sound really nervous” She replied and I could almost see her freckled face furrowing her brows into a look of concern. “This is going to sound really odd ok but I was in my loft looking for the Christmas decorations “ “that is odd Celine , it’s only the beginning of November after all “ she blurted out interrupting and snickering down the phone , so much for her kind and concerned tone!.

“Poppy I’m being serious please let me finish explaining , I was in the loft and as I opened a box right at the end of it I was attacked by a crow that sprung out as if he was waiting for me , it was so dark I didn’t know what It was at first I thought it was a demon of some sort and he began lashing out and scratching and clawing my hands and face , I was so afraid Poppy it was truly evil I am sure it would have killed me if my Mum hadn’t turned up with a broom to scare it away “.
I took a few deep breathes as even speaking about it seemed to take the wind out of me whilst I waited for Poppy to respond , but my ears were only treated to silence , until a loud booming laugh rattled down the phone line making me have to pull the receiver slightly away from the ear drums “ hah-hah-haha-hah..Oh Celine you are a drama Queen! A killer crow indeed, it was probably just nesting there and you disturbed it, maybe it even had eggs there and thought you were a threat to them, you probably scared him more than he scared you”. “That’s what my mother said “I muttered in a low tone “But you weren’t there Poppy it was horrible I’ll show you the cuts on my hands tomorrow then you will see “.

She gave another little laugh before she spoke again “Sure Celine if you say so, but in other matters, have you done your homework for Mr. Boozlemate yet?” I felt a little hurt she had not believed me so I decided to use that as a means of politely escaping the call “Not yet no ,I was going to but Randy is in my room hogging the computer so I better go kick him out and begin it now .. I guess I will see you tomorrow at school then, Goodnight Poppy...” I said curtly and began to lower the phone down as I heard a voice from the receiver shout out “Goofnicsh Cefleen “. I put the phone down shaking my head in disbelief for no ones benefit other than my own I guess, pondering on why she didn’t believe my story and how had she made another peanut butter sandwich without leaving the phone? . I glanced around the kitchen which was basked in a faint sapphire illumination from the full moonlight boring in from the open window with the curtains gently billowing from the wind and I noticed the silence of the house other than the gentle drone of the fridge in the far corner of the kitchen humming along the same note over and over. I turned and began to stride towards the door when I heard a loud smashing noise and the sound of glass shattering , I spun around on the ball of my foot swiftly to see shards of a broken wine glass in the sink that had been near to the open window , I suddenly felt a great chill pulse through my veins and instinctively wrapped my arms around me pulling my thin polo neck jumper’s material tightly against my shivering bones in an attempt to lessen the growing army of goose bumps sprouting along my arms which were multiplying and spreading rapidly , I looked around to see where this sudden artic condition had come from and noticed the curtains were no longer gently fluttering but were now in a state of agitated rage , flapping wildly left right and centre , threatening to rip themselves from the very rings holding them in place , I heard a clatter beginning to rumble from the window frame shaking wildly as if trying to escape its fittings , the wind had picked up with immense force in the blink of an eye which must have been what pushed the glass down the sink . With my teeth chattering from the icy blast that has infiltrated the room I ambled over to the window and reached my hands out placing them on the glass panels and pulled down to slide the window shut and block the wind. With the cold shut out I carefully picked up the shattered glass lying in the sink to dispose of it when I noticed a small black object shining underneath, I bent over to take a closer look after fishing out half of the wine glass to examine what it was, then let out a startled cry as I felt my fingers go numb and the glass slip out onto the tiled floor shattering into more little pieces, the object in the sink was a single black feather.
4th Chapter of my supernatural teen story .
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