Small Hand

It was a little before 9o'clock the sun was setting and I was lost. So got out of my car and and read the sigh "the white house". I got back in my car then drove along the track. Then I saw it. The house.

The garden was totally overgrown and as walked the steps the strangest thing happened. I felt a small hand touch my right hand then take hold of it. But when I looked down no child was visible.

When I went through the gate I found myself by a Lille pond. 3 or 4 people were sitting in a semicircle. One woman was writing another was reading and the rest just sat there, like time had stood still. As I looked into the deep water I saw a child's face. And as I looked into her eyes something was pushing me into the water, and as this happened the hand pulled mine.
"please let me go!"
But the hand would not listen.
"let me go!"
It tugged mine even more.
"please,please let me go!"
I stood up and the hand let go.

I went up more steps then found myself in the house. It was dark,cold and full of cobwebs. I put my hand up against the wall it was damp. Then I heard a voice.
"please come in"
So I went into the room.
"please sit down, I have something to show you"
She show me photographs, thousands of them. One of them was of two girls sitting on a bench playing. And a shadow. Right than a girl stood behind me. That shadow in the photo was of a girl. And I new that girl.
" It was me"