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Sitting
on that wall I thought the next time any girl dares to do something they
go and take a running jump.
Everybody
at school fancied Mary Lawrence from 3C and when she said that she would
go out with anyone who would show how brave they were everyone's ears
pricked up. All the lads in our class fancied themselves as having lots of
bottle so we decided to draw lots to see who went up to the window of
Blackamoor Manor in the dark. I never thought I'd come up with the right
numbers and neither did the pale figure who sat on the wall beside me. It
all sounded exciting when we were talking about it at school, but now I
wasn't so sure. But I wasn't going to chicken out yet.
I
clamboured down the wall, and helped Simeon down. He was shivering. Once
inside the trees I felt his arm tugging my shoulder.
"Don't
go too fast Steve. I might lose you and then I won't be able to get
out."
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"Stop
Wingeing."
About
twelve yards past the dark trees we came across another wall - only about
three feet high - which surprised us both. It surprised us particularly -
which probably explains why I walked into it. We found an archway further
along it which saved us any further leg-scratching trouble. Once through
it we carried on a dimly lit path tightly avenued with tall bushes which
obscurred our view of the manor. Eventually this path came out onto a
brightly lit semi-circle of lawn, together with many other paths. Stepping
back quickly out of the cast light from the lone window, I could now see
the room we were heading for.
We now stood at the edge of the long
velvet lawn which floodlit by the window light. From here the manor looked
even more enormous and evil and creepier than ever, and when Simeon
arrived beofre it he stopped in his tracks with awe. I quickly pulled
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