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    Hello! My name is Laura, welcome to my blog! I write weird stories, collect dragon plushies and stay up too late with my nose in a book. I am a wife, mom and child saved by grace. My hope is that you find encouragement here or at least a smile or too.
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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Nine)

William smiled at the obvious look of confusion on my face. “It’s much easier than you would think,” he said taking the lead down the stairs.
I rolled my eyes, “Hardly the time for sarcasm Will.”
“Really?” He said, laughter in his voice, “I thought you enjoyed sarcasm.”
“Not now!”
We hurried down the rest of the stairs in silence. At the bottom William glanced right then left, listening before turning left down a windowless hall. William lead me through the dark passageway stopping now and then to listen. “I wouldn’t put it pass those guards to realize their on a fools errand before I want them to. We should keep a wary eye and ear out.”
I nodded, I had no desire to be caught unaware. Up ahead an orange light appeared hovering below the ceiling. As we got closer I realized it was a single torch. When we stood beside it, William lifted the torch form its stand on the wall and began sweeping it over the ground as if searching for something. I watched as he knelt and knocked on three stones. The first two were solid, but when William knocked on the third, the sound range out clear in the quiet hall.
“Take this,” he said handing me the torch. “Put it back then help me.” I slid the torch back into its stand then knelt beside William. He already had his fingers under the third stone, which was only a slab, and was trying to lift it. I worked my fingers under the opposite side and together we heaved the slab from its place. A gabbing black whole glared up at us, daring us to enter it. Without hesitating William jumped into the pit. When he landed his head and shoulders still stuck out, he looked up at me.
“What about the torch?” I asked gazing down at the blackness around him.
“We won’t need it. Come on,” With that he disappeared. I looked around the hall then back down at the hole. “Hurry Stephen,” William’s voice came up to me in echoes. I sat down on the floor with my feet dangling into the hole. With an effort I slid the stone slab closer so I could cover the entrance. Suddenly I heard shouts coming from up the hall, I assumed, from the top of the stairs. William’s head reappeared then,
“Quick!” He pulled me in and we slid the stone back in place over our heads. We were now in complete darkness. I head William shuffling around in front of me. He grabbed my arm, “Come on,” he whispered.
“What is this?” I asked, “Some kind of tunnel?” The ceiling was so low we had to crawl and when I stretched my arms out from both sides my fingers brushed the walls.
“That’s observant,” William said chuckling.
“How did you know about it?”
“I have a better way of spending my spare time.”

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  1. lilacandivy

     /  November 25, 2009

    Are William and Stephen just visiting the castle? (I guess what I’m asking is how did William know that was there! Did he live in the castle?)
    Other than that curiosity love it! =) Can’t wait to see where the tunnel ends…

    • storygirl308

       /  November 25, 2009

      William is a castle guard, as is Stephen. I guess I need to make that a bit more clear. (You’ll find out the history behind their employment latter. 😉 )

  2. Daniel

     /  November 26, 2009

    “Is this a tunnel?” “That’s observant.” 😀 😀 😀

    *wants more* 🙂


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