Ethan Clark - Aged 14

The Phone Box.

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The Wimbledon’s arrived at their accommodation on the moors, it was a cold autumn kind of afternoon where the leaf’s sound there crackling when stepped on. Dad and son, James unpacked the suits cases out the car and energetically lifted them into the wooden porch.

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Meanwhile mum and 2 daughters, Bessie and Laura argued about who was having what room. The family have not been on holiday for a long time, so they are very excited for this holiday to begin. They all finally decide on who is having what room and unpacked everything ready to make the wooden hut like their home for the next 2 weeks.

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After all the hassle of making themselves at home James points out that there’s so service, Mum replies to James and tells him that there’s a phone box so for any phone calls you must use the phone box. Bessie kicks off and mumbles “great that’s no snapchat for the next 2 weeks.” Mum reply’s with “well you don’t need to be on that app anyway let’s have some family time for once!” Bessie just ignores her and gets on with it. Later in this cold, golden autumn afternoon, a prisoner escapes from nearby prison into the moors and people are warned to stay away. As the family have no signal, they’ve got no way of finding this out. The prisoner, Kevin smith was a murderer, well still is and he is looking to kill more people putting the Wimbledon’s at risk.

 

The sunsets over the moors and dad lights the old rusty log burner to heat the place up. Dad and Mum have put Bessie on mission order pizza from local town. As Bessie presses the warn dial button  on the phone box all the knifes in the house completely vanish nowhere to be seen. The family agree this is weird but don’t take much notice and just carry on with what they’re doing. As the evening goes on the family hear odd noises coming from under the floorboards almost as if there’s a football match going on under there. Bessie screams dad announces in a serious voice “its probably a rat nothing that bad. Kevin the prisoner has been seen making his way across the woods but due to the family having so signal that means they don’t even know he’s escaped from the prison.

 

As the Bright, bold moon begins to make its way into the sky, James makes his way to the phone box to phone his girlfriend. It takes about 40 seconds to walk to the phone box as its down the path and across the road. As James approaches the run-down red phone box, he hears a loud scream. This makes him jump and he froze but he just told himself that it must of came from the family at home. He entered the phone box with caution and dialled the number, then pressed dial and all the lights went out at the house.

 

Dad shouts with concern is his voice “who did that?”

 

Mum says, “I don’t know but I don’t like this, it can’t be James nor Bessie she’s in bed and can’t be Laura as she’s on the sofa drinking a cuppa!”.

 

As James was walking back, he saw the lights are out and felt a bit concerned as his family never went to bed at 8:30pm except for Bessie who liked the routine. He slowly tiptoed in and saw the whole family gathered in the living room trying to work out why the lights had flickered on and turned off. James asked with concern “why are the lights off? Has there been a power cut?”

 

Dad said with a sound of relief “ohh yes someone with some sense! It’s probably a power cut and the lights will be back on soon.” As soon as Dad said that all the lights suddenly flickered and turned back on. The kept flashing like lights on a Christmas tree.

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The night continued and tried to ignore the odd stuff going on, but then they heard a loud shout with a scream. They jumped onto the sofa and looked out the giant window that could have been a picture. Bessie said, with worry in her voice, “it’s not a monster, is it?”                       

James replied laughing “no don’t be so ridiculous! What are you, 5 years old?”

 

Dad decided he’d had it and walked to the phone box to phone accommodation about the lights flickering. He approached the red box with caution’ he had noticed that all the bad things happened when somebody went into the phone box. He called the owner. There was no reply, but as soon as the phone call ended, the doors slammed in the house and windows smashed.

 

Dad ran back to the house and checked everyone was all good. Nobody was harmed but everyone was petrified. Mum decided she’d had enough and told the family that they were leaving. Nobody disagreed. They all quickly packed their bags, throwing them in the car.

As they drove past the red peeling paint one last time, mum jumped out to inform the owner that they were leaving. There was no answer, so she left a voicemail. She turned back to the car and her family had gone. They had vanished like the sun in the British summer holidays. All that was left was a trail of blood.

 

Cautiously, she followed the burgundy blood up to the house. She could hear crows cawing, their wings flapping. The sweat dripped of her face as she got closer. She stayed silent, not wanting to make a noise and not hearing the family make a noise. She followed the pools of blood to the bathroom. In the shower was a screaming, pale man stood in a ripped jumpsuit washing the blood from his face. He stared at Mum as the red rinsed away. She ran.