22 January 2013
Name: Imogen Reed Hair Colour: Blondy-Brown Eye Colour: Deep Green D.O.B: 24•12•93 Age: 19 Nationality: British/Irish Style: Jeans & T-Shirt Fave Food: Sushi Fave Colour: Black Bed: Queen-sized Wall Colour: Purple Phone: iPhone 5 Accessories: iPad 2, 2 Acer laptops, iPod and Apple laptop Pet(s): Sherlock (Great Dane crossed with Old English Sheepdog) House: 3 story Victorian era Boyfriend: NONE PREVIOUS BOYFRIENDS: 4 Siblings: Maria Reed, Denise Reed, Sienna Reed (deceased), Spencer Reed Biological Parents: Grace Fletcher (Irish) & Harold Reed (British) Step-parents: Jeanette Day (Irish) & Daniel Simmington (Irish) Offspring: NONE Previous Jobs: Waitress, Dancer, Performer, McDonalds, Primark, Marks&Spencer's, Tesco (model), Next (model), River Island (model), New Look (model) Job: Model NOTES: Her fourth serious boy friend was having an affair with her best friend and assaulted her the night he left her. She was left with a black eye, bruised arms and stomach and she hasn't loved since. Its been 3 years. She got her dog with her car. Plus the house could be...
Haunted
My eyes were closed. I lay on my bed. I heard faint laughter. I sat up. Then, like always, there was nothing. I rubbed my eyes. I had dreamed that same dream... "She's my best friend, Connor! You were hooking with her!" I cried. "You weren't as exciting as her. She gave me the nightly gifts I deserved," he snarled. "What? You couldn't wait until I was ready? Are you six or sixteen?" "You need to shut up and get over it." "You need to grow up but have I complained? No." "You are the cheekiest bitch I've ever met," he smiled. "Really? Oh, you are the sweetest thing! Not! Don't flirt with me now! You ain't getting nothin' outta me!" I turned to leave when he hit me. I screeched out in pain and he silenced me with his hand as he continued to punch me. "Stop! Get off, you bastard! I glanced over at my yellow digital clock. 8:12 AM. I turned on my lamp and got out of bed. I did the morning routine: stretch, yawn, shower, healthy-no-fat breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth and go. That day I wore a pair of black skinny-jeans, a loose t-shirt saying "NO QUESTIONS, NO LIES" in a big red heart on a black lace background. I grabbed a black mac, a brown Mulberry bag and put on my fave shoes; my red crinkle-effect boot-heels from Primark. I grabbed my keys and ran out. I was a few minutes late. I unlocked the car as I ran. It was a sexy black Audi R8. Bought for me specially on my seventeenth birthday. Even though this baby came out a while ago, the people I pass can't stop staring. In the summer it looked more stunning because I have tinted windows and cat-eyed sunglasses. I got in and set the engine off. I put my hands on the leather wheel and sped off.
"Sorry I'm late!" I said as I came in. "Don't worry, love. Just go get changed and we'll get started," the photographer smiled. I stepped into the changing room and saw all that was left to model; a red satin evening dress, a floral bra and knicker set, a neon orange balcony bra (also with knickers) and a black sequin mini dress. I started to undress and had just slipped into the satin evening dress when my boss screamed 'come here NOW!!!!'. I ran out of the changing room and posed as required; legs together, hands on hips and laugh. Then an man came in. I jolted. Why was he here? This was supposed to be privet. He had wavy, dark blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. A Simon Baker look alike. He winked at me. I somehow knew that only I saw. I smiled. "I'll leave you two alone," the photographer said quickly. I could tell that she wasn't happy. Maybe even worried. He marched over to me. "I know where you live," he said in a low, secretive tone. "Why would I mind?" I joked,"but who told you?" "Your mum." "I'm not being funny." "Neither am I. She told me. I arrived at her house just before she died." "Wh-?!" He placed his index on his finger on my lips. "You're in trouble. Your mother was haunted and eventually killed by a demon. I know he wants something. We both knew. She made a deal with him; she wanted wealth. But the price was that he could take her first born female. You." I was choked up but found the strength to say something. "Wh-what are you telling me?" He held my hands and looked into my eyes. I felt... fuzzy. (Well, go figure; with looks like that, who wouldn't?!) "I'm going home with you."
"It isn't much to look at but it's home." He hung his coat up and looked around. "Nice. Victorian." I ran up behind him and grabbed his hand. "How do I know I can trust you?" I looked dead in his eyes. "I'm trying to save you." "But how can I know for sure? I don't even know your name." He asked me where my TV was and I showed him. He pulled out a few discs. I didn't know how this would let me know for sure he was helping or if it would tell me his name. "This will shock you. Scare you. Make you afraid." He gestured to the CD's in his hand. "Not meaning to sound cocky but, I don't think I'll be afraid," I smiled, shaking my head. He chuckled, also shaking his head. He slid disc number 1 in and waited. Then, the blue screen flickered to life. '"If you find this; my name is Helena. I am 41 years of age and I did a terrible thing; I made a deal with a demon. So it should be no surprise that strange things have been happening. I can get no help. But, Patrick, I know you will protect my Immy. I love you, Immy. I always have and always will. 11:56 PM LOUD FOOTSTEPS DOOR CLOSING HELENA WAKING HELENA TALKING: Get out. Leave. DEMON GROWLING DEMON HOWLING HELENA SCREAMING HELENA BEING SHAKEN HELENA GOING LIMP HELENA BEING DROPPED DEMON HOWLING TRIUMPHANTLY" "Stop. Skip to the end of the last disc," I ordered. I sat on the edge of my chair. He started the last disc and looked me in the eye. "I'm warning you," he said. "HELENA SCREAMING HELENA CRYING: Get out! Get out! Leave me alone! DEMON GROWLING: Why should I? You promised me. Your daughter is mine! HELENA BEING STABBED HELENA SPLUTTERING BLOOD HELENA GROANING HELENA SHRIEKING HELENA DIES DEMON CHUCKLES: I'm coming for you. Imogen." I was curled into a ball and rocking backwards and forwards. "I warned you," Patric smiled. "Yeah, you did. And, again, your right; I'm afraid."
I couldn't sleep. It wasn't 'cause I wouldn't let Patric in and cruelly forced him to sleep on the sofa even when I knew something was here but... there seemed like no other option that made me feel bad. Thank God it was Saturday. When I hauled myself out of be at 9:35, I saw that Patric was already up. And helping himself to some coffee. "Mornin'," he smiled. "Morning'," I replied sleepily,"Did anything happen last night?" "No," he said whilst sipping on his burning beverage. "Thank God," I sighed. "What are you sighing for? I was the one who was out on the couch!" "I know and I'm sorry. It's just strange, y'know? I'm sorry. How was it? For you?" "Scary as hell. I've watched all those discs." I walked over to him and he hugged me. "I'll help you sort this out." His warm voice vibrated through my head, throwing me into... something indescribable. "Do you know when the haunting will start?" I asked. "Tonight? Tomorrow? Tomorrow night? I think tonight is most likely though. After a day or two, the demon will come looking for the next target; he doesn't like to be kept waiting. And if you put up a fight and the haunting lasts for months, you can bet that he'll have gotten really pissed." "Oh, well. That's nice..." I said. I looked into his eyes. Did he have experience? Did he have the equipment? Did he have the knowledge? The courage? The will? He closed his eyes and leaned forward. I didn't know what I was doing but I seemed to be closing my eyes and reaching up to kiss him. Slowly our lips came together. Then, just as quickly as it happened, it stopped. He pulled away. Instead of going back, he walked away. "Bread. We need more bread," he said as he walked out of the door. I sat down and tried to make sense of what happened. I guessed that was why I felt warm and fuzzy, that's why I felt bad last night, that's why I was so happy this morning. But this was stupid. He was here to help me, not seduce me. But how could I be sure?
"You've been a while," I said. "How long?" he asked. "Three hours." "I took a walk. After this morning... I needed to clear my head." "So it was a mistake." "Yes." "Oh. Right." I heaved myself out of my seat. My heart sunk. "You don't want it to be a mistake," he said. "What do you want it to be?" He looked into my eyes, almost like as if his answer was in there. Somewhere... After a long pause, he spoke. "I don't know." Wow, I thought sarcastically, some answer my eyes held. I really hoped that he loved me. Thinking it would be awkward to just stand around, I swiftly went to my room to get showered.
(Patrick) I didn't know what to do. I was stupid. I still loved Sienna, her sister. I guess. Or do I? I remembered her soft blonde hair, her mint green eyes, her pointed nose, the gentle waves in her hair... But she was dead. It was the day that we were going to be married when the driver looked back to ask for directions and an idiot truck driver swerved in front of us. She unbuckled herself and attempted to aid the driver but it was to late. I tried to pull her away but it was no use. "Sienna! Sienna!" I yelled. She was forced into the most inhuman way as the bonnet crumpled. I looked into her eyes and her face morphed into Imogen's face. I knew it was a dream. "Patrick. Patrick, please," she whispered,"Patrick, please! Please help me! Patrick wake up!" she whimpered,"Patrick, wake up! Please! Please, wake up!"
(Imogen) "Wake up!" I shook his shoulders. (When I was in the shower, a voice had chuckled, right by my ear. I was so scared. I got out and got dressed when I heard it again and I screamed. Now I was with Patrick.) His eyes snapped open. He grabbed my shoulders. "What happened?" "I was in the shower and he laughed, just by my ear. I got dressed and he did it agai
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