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"Clifford Manner (Story)"

This is a story i had started to write during my English SATS exam, but wasn't able to finish it. I got a level 7 so i'd imagion alot of you will enjoy the beggining. It's the first ever story i have ever written so i hope you will enjoy reading it, that's if you do read it. It doesn't really have a great ending but i think the story is really interesting, please read.

As Nick walked up to Clifford Manner, a feeling of worry ran through his body. He saw that the front windows had been boarded up and that the wooden door that stood in front of him was coated in graffiti showing “anagram”. As Nick extended his, reached for the grubby handle on the rotten wooden door, he felt that he was not going to be on his own while he stayed at the manor. Nick turned the handle and pushed the rotten door aside, revealing the interior of the manor. As Nick stepped into the manor, he was blinded by a ray of light, which had entered from a crack in one of the boarded windows. Lowering his head and stepping out of the lights path, Nick could now see what the manor was like. Nick raised his head and twisted 90 degrees to the left so he was facing the western wall. The wall was painted in a muddy brown paint and was full of cracks. Nick now looked towards the ground, seeing that the floor was covered in a rosette-patterned carpet, which had a layer of dust hovering on the surface. As Nick raised his head once more to look at the ceiling, he saw two beautiful chandeliers dangling from the ceiling, which had been covered in flower-patterned tiles.

As Nick was staying the night in the manner, he decided to head upstairs and search for the bedroom, which he would sleep in. As Nick headed towards the staircase, he saw that leading up the wall were several portraits of what Nick thought were the previous owners of the manner. Each painting looked seriously real, not like any he had seen in art books at school because they seemed more like photos than paintings. It seemed that each painting had a little of the model in it, making some of them quite scary and worrying. As Nick passed the final creaky step, he saw that the landing was full of windows and old wooden doors. A lot of the windows however, had also been boarded up but the doors on the landing were of a different colour to the downstairs ones. These doors were made of a different wood, maybe oak but Nick wasn’t sure. Nick noticed a door to his left and a door at the far end of the landing. Nick decided to approach the door to his left, as it was closer to the stairs and his way out of the manner. As he headed towards the door, he felt a bit more comfortable about staying the night at the manner. After all he was 13, what would his friends think of him if he left the manner early after feeling scared?

Nick lifted his hand from his waist and grasped the brass handle of the door. Slowly rotating the handle and pushing the door aside, Nick realised that this wasn’t the bedroom he had been looking for. It turned out to be a bathroom, a bathroom full of cosmetics. Dead in front of Nick was a drug cupboard, when Nick opened the cupboard he realised that it was full of very old perfume and lipstick along with other cosmetics. As this wasn’t the bathroom, Nick left closing the door behind him. He saw the door across the landing and decided to see if it was the bedroom. As Mark stepped slowly across the landing, he lowered his head and looked at the floor he was tethered on. It was different to the floor downstairs, it didn’t have a carpet it just wooden planks. Nick stepped towards the door and raised his hand, took held of the handle and turned it. This time, Nick had found what he was looking for. Nick put on foot forward and stepped into the bedroom. The room was not what he had expected at all. It was completely plain, the walls were cream, the carpet was white and the bed in the corner of the room had a pale cream cover on it. Well, it didn’t really matter what the room looked like just as long as he could rest in it. Nick took of his grubby blue jumper and slumped onto the bed, bent his knees and rested his head on his hands.

After a couple hours of sleep, Nick was awoken by a high-pitched scratching coming from across the landing. Nick raised his sleepy head and rose from the bed. He slowly stepped towards the door and then turned the brass handle, pushed the door aside and stepped out onto the landing. The scratching Nick had previously heard was now getting a lot louder, not just because he was getting closer to the source of the noise but the sound was getting louder. Nick trundled along the walkway and like many before, he opened the door and pushed it aside. As Nick started to push the door open, the sound stopped and the manner fell silent. Nick pushed the door fully aside and stepped in. He raised his head and say that there was something written across the wall that was in front of him. Written in red lipstick was “red rum”, in a rough sort of way. Nick fought to himself about the graffiti that he had seen as he walked up the path leading to the manner. He remembered that “anagram” had been written.

Nick decided to leave the manner and forget about the bet, dreading the moment when he has to face his friends. He stepped closer to the door, trying to clear his mind and think like nothing had happened again. Nick erected his arm and grasped the brass doorknob, twisting it and pushing the door. As Nick pushed the door aside, he started to raise his head but was distracted by something and looked straight back down at the floor again. He saw that there was a trail of blood, coming from the entrance of the bathroom. The blood lead to the end of the landing and seemed to go under the door, which Nick hadn’t entered before.

Nick decided to check what was behind the door before he left the manner. Nick strode towards the door, starting to feel worried like he had when he approached the entrance to the manner. Nick got closer and closer to the door, each step he took made him even more worried. Once more, Nick grasped the doorknob and turned it. When he pushed the door aside however, the light had darkened since he had opened the door. Inside were steps that lead down, what to Nick didn’t know but he decided that as he was about to leave, it wouldn’t hurt to have a look. Nick lowered his foot and stepped lower down the staircase. Whilst resting his hand against the wall, as he got lower, dirt had picked up on the palm of his hand. When Nick looked closet at what he thought was dirt, he realised that it was actually the blood something. After wiping his hands on his trousers and making sure his hand was away from the wall, Nick continued to walk down the stairs.

Nick reached the bottom of the stairs after a couple of minutes and realised that there were now lights along the ceiling. The lights made the long corridor he was in red, which reflected on Nick’s face making him, look evil. Along each side of the corridor were several steel doors, what was concealed behind each one was not to be seen as there were no slits in the doors. As Nick walked along the corridor, his footsteps started to echo louder and louder. As his footsteps got even louder, Nick was stopped in his stride by a loud bang from behind one of the doors to his right. The bang was then followed by a loud scream, a feminine scream of what Nick could tell. Nick decided to listen closer, so he stepped closer to the door and rested his head against it.

Nick could hear a quiet sob coming from the room behind the door. The only thing that worried Nick though was the fact that the door was metal. Surely a door made out of metal is only used to keep people out of the room or to prevent people from getting out. Nick decided not to call out to the person but to see if there was anyone further down the corridor. Nick stepped further down the corridor, the lights above him reflecting off of his shinny forehead. After passing several more doors, Nick heard someone talking ahead of him. For what good it would do, Nick decided to try and hide against the wall. Sidestepping along the wall, pushing back on to it, he got closer to the source of the voice. He saw that around the corner to the corridor was a circular wall, with pillars around the edge supporting the ceiling. When Nick was able to hear the voice clearly, he stopped in his steps and retreated back to the wall. From what Nick could make out, he thought that he was hearing two different voices now, one quite deep and another a bit higher. Nick didn’t want to stay at the manner much longer, after all he had explored what was down the stairs and had stayed for a couple of hours. Nick started to sidestep back along the wall a bit faster now, hoping that he would not disturb the two men in the room.

Scraping his back along side the wall, Nick had started to run. His footsteps were unfortunately echoing now, which made him more worried than before. Maybe it was Nick’s mind playing tricks, but Nick was certain he could hear footsteps from behind. Without looking back, Nick removed himself from the wall and set out sprinting along the middle of the corridor. Now there was no doubt that the two men would hear Nick, but he wasn’t bothered. If he was out of the manner and in the street, people would surely see him and ask him what had happened. There were definitely footsteps from behind Nick now and they were getting louder as he approached the start of the staircase. Nick was now sprinting with all his will, with every stride he took he was nearer to safety. He was nearly there so he decided to see how close his pursuer was to him. Nick had almost turned sideways, rotated his neck and looked behind him. He saw that he hadn’t been followed at all, it must have been the echoes of his footsteps coming back from behind him. After the feeling of worry had fallen, Nick started to turn round again and head towards the exit of the manner. He twisted his body again and was faced by something grim.

In front of Nick was a pile of limbs, arranged to spell “Cliff “nerd” Norman”. What was this meant to mean? Why was there limbs scattered along the floor? Nick was now in panic, he turned his head away from the sight and ran up the stairs. Tripping over a couple of the stairs and stumbling a bit. Nick had to put his hand on the wall once more to stop him falling backwards and certainly injuring himself. Nick now wondered why the limbs had spelt a name and why was he called nerd? While sprinting up the staircase, Nick repeatedly pictured the sight he had just seen. He was sure that the name was similar to something he had seen or heard before.

Nick’s right foot slipped and he stumbled back, making his head lower towards the ground. When he raised his head, he saw his reflection. Standing in front of him was a man wearing some geeky glasses. After feeling a bit worried at first, Nick didn’t seem too bothered about the man standing in front of him. After all, what could this man do to Nick? After a chat with the man, Nick learned that the man had heard a scream from the manner and decided to check it out. The man told Nick that he was called Norman and that he had lived in the area for about 10 years. After learning a bit about each other, Nick told Norman about the body he had seen and the writing he had seen the night before. Norman seemed shocked and asked to see the body for himself. Nick lead Norman back down the staircase and showed him the body.

Norman took a step back after his eyes settled on the body. Nick stood still, again wondering what had happened to this person. The stench emitting from the body was atrocious. Nick raised his right arm and covered his mouth with his hand. Nick started to turn around and walk back up the stairs when he felt something wrench around his neck. Nick looked down and saw that a thin piece of leather was strapped around his neck. Chocking, Nick rotated around and saw Norman chuckling. Waving his arms around and grasping for breath, Nick fell to the floor at Nick’s feet. Norman lowered his body and gently rapped his arms around Nick’s waist. He slowly lifted him off the ground, putting one hand underneath his back and the other supporting his legs.

Struggling with Nick’s wait, of what little there was, Norman carried Nick down the corridor. He slowly strode down the corridor, chatting to what ever was behind each door. After finally loosening the strap fastened around Nick’s neck, Norman speeded up and headed to another metal door on the right hand side near to the end of the corridor. Norman slowly bent over and put Nick onto the dirty floor, making sure that he wasn’t in any pain. Lowering his hand and searching through his pocket, Norman looked at the foot of the staircase as if to make sure he wasn’t being watched. Seeing that he was alone with Nick, Norman pulled his hand back out of his pocket and was now grasping a key. Erecting his arm, Norman put the key in the keyhole and slowly twisted it.

After hearing the keyhole click, Norman retrieved the key, put it back into his pocket and pushed the door aside revealing a small dark room. Reaching around the corner, Norman started searching for a light switch. After flicking it and turning a dirt covered light on, Norman turned around and raised Nick off the floor again. Lifting him to hip height, Norman stepped into the room and headed for a small wooden bed, witch had a rotten mattress on it. After reaching the bed, Norman lowered Nick’s body onto the bed and rested Nick’s head onto a small pillow, which was on top of the mattress. After seeing that Nick looked comfortable, Norman left the room and headed to the right.

Three hours later, Nick regained consciousness and raised his head to see what had happened. Above him was the dirty light bulb, to his right he had a sink with a hot and cold tap but unfortunately he knew that the hot water was not working. To his left he saw a small frame containing a painting of what looked like Norman, but Norman didn’t look like he did earlier, he was missing his glasses and his hair was spiking up. In front of the bed was the metal door, which had a slot near to the bottom of it. Nick supposed that this slot was for slotting food through to him. But what really hit Nick was the anger he felt. Why did Norman try to murder Nick and why didn’t he let Nick die rather than sparring his life?

Nick had no idea what Norman wanted him for so Nick decided to try and escape without disturbing anyone. After one look around the room, his planes of escape were forgotten. There were no windows, no gaps in the walls and the slot in the door was too small for a mouse to get through. All Nick could now do, was try and stay alive for as long as he possibly could. Nick sat back down on the uncomfortable rotten bed and started to hum to himself, attempting to make time pass quicker. A few minutes had past, which felt like hours to Nick, when Norman entered the room with a needle in his hand. In panic, Nick asked Norman what he was going to do with the needle. Norman replied by saying that he was going to help his food digest easier. Not even an excuse like that would calm Nick down, he got to his feet and started running to the exit. Raising his arm, Norman grabbed Nick around the neck and pushed the needle into him. Slowly pushing down the top of the injector, Nick started to struggle. When the top of the injector was fully down, Norman released Nick and let him fall to the ground.

Norman turned around and headed out of the door, once more he turned right. With Nick still lying on the floor, Norman returned with a tray of food. Norman lowered down and placed the tray by Nick’s head, making sure that Nick wouldn’t knock it when he woke up. Another couple of hours passed until Nick finally rose and stretched out his arms. Yawning quite a bit, Nick strode to his left and knocked into the tray. Nick was shocked to see some food, he started to think that Norman wasn’t going to murder him. After all, a murderer would want his victim to die slowly, starvation is a very slow way to die.

It may not have been much and it certainly wasn’t very nice, but the food really made Nick feel full. Nick started to walk towards the door, wondering if he may be able to see Norman. Nick called out to Norman through the slot, but only heard his own voice echo. Walking back to the bed, Nick saw the door flung open and Norman enter the room. Norman told Nick to sit down, Nick did what he said and then asked what Norman wanted him for. Norman replied by saying that Nick had just got caught up in his business. Nick asked why there was a body on the floor. Norman told him that it spelt his name and that he had been called a “nerd” when he attended college. Still, Nick was unsure about what had happened to him earlier in the manner. What had written “red rum” on the wall and why had it been written. Norman said that he had written on the wall, he said that this was one way to try and make Nick leave. He told Nick that it had worked for along time when other children had stayed at the manner. But Norman was resentful and wouldn’t tell Nick what “red rum” meant.

Nick started to think back to when he had arrived at the manner once more, trying to repeat his every step. He suddenly remembered that “anagram” had been written across the door to the manner. Nick knew what all this was about now. The writing on the wall was an anagram, “red rum” is an anagram of “murder”. Maybe Norman was good at anagrams, maybe this was why he was called a nerd at college. Still, when Nick thought back to when he say Normans full name, Cliff “nerd” Norman, he thought that it reminded him of something else. Nick couldn’t figure it out, so he asked Norman whether there were any more people besides Nick that were kept behind doors. Norman told Nick that he wasn’t alone, there were many other people. Each in their own cells, each in there for the same reason. Norman told Nick that everyone that had bullied him was staying here. He thought of it as a fair punishment, for all the times he had been hurt.

Nick was really scared, not only as a felling but he was worried for his life and the others around him. He saw the door open, he got to his feet and ran towards it. This time however, he faced Norman off with his hand and pushed Norman to the ground. Sprinting, literally for his life, towards the staircase, Nick looked back and saw Norman rising towards his feet. Heart pounding, feet thumping, Nick was getting closer to the staircase and his freedom from Norman. Once more, Nick turned his head, but saw Norman wasn’t following him. He wasn’t even there. He wasn’t on the floor and he wasn’t walking the other way. Turning back towards the staircase, Nick was shocked to see the body had now been rearranged. It now spelt “Clifford Manner”. This was what Nick was trying to think of when he saw Norman’s name. It too was an anagram, of Norman’s name.

Well done, you have a high word count but then only to be banned. Congratulations.

Oh for christ's sake! Have you nothing better to do?

Corporal Reddles wrote:
> ( . )Juicy Melons( . ) wrote:
> This is a story i had started to write during my English SATS exam,
> but wasn't able to finish it. I got a level 7 so i'd imagion alot of
> you will enjoy the beggining. It's the first ever story i have ever
> written so i hope you will enjoy reading it, that's if you do read
> it.
> It doesn't really have a great ending but i think the story is
> really
> interesting, please read.
>
> As Nick walked up to Clifford Manner, a feeling of worry ran through
> his body. He saw that the front windows had been boarded up and that
> the wooden door that stood in front of him was coated in graffiti
> showing “anagram”. As Nick extended his, reached for the grubby
> handle
> on the rotten wooden door, he felt that he was not going to be on
> his
> own while he stayed at the manor. Nick turned the handle and pushed
> the rotten door aside, revealing the interior of the manor. As Nick
> stepped into the manor, he was blinded by a ray of light, which had
> entered from a crack in one of the boarded windows. Lowering his
> head
> and stepping out of the lights path, Nick could now see what the
> manor
> was like. Nick raised his head and twisted 90 degrees to the left so
> he was facing the western wall. The wall was painted in a muddy
> brown
> paint and was full of cracks. Nick now looked towards the ground,
> seeing that the floor was covered in a rosette-patterned carpet,
> which
> had a layer of dust hovering on the surface. As Nick raised his head
> once more to look at the ceiling, he saw two beautiful chandeliers
> dangling from the ceiling, which had been covered in
> flower-patterned
> tiles.
>
> As Nick was staying the night in the manner, he decided to head
> upstairs and search for the bedroom, which he would sleep in. As
> Nick
> headed towards the staircase, he saw that leading up the wall were
> several portraits of what Nick thought were the previous owners of
> the
> manner. Each painting looked seriously real, not like any he had
> seen
> in art books at school because they seemed more like photos than
> paintings. It seemed that each painting had a little of the model in
> it, making some of them quite scary and worrying. As Nick passed the
> final creaky step, he saw that the landing was full of windows and
> old
> wooden doors. A lot of the windows however, had also been boarded up
> but the doors on the landing were of a different colour to the
> downstairs ones. These doors were made of a different wood, maybe
> oak
> but Nick wasn’t sure. Nick noticed a door to his left and a door at
> the far end of the landing. Nick decided to approach the door to his
> left, as it was closer to the stairs and his way out of the manner.
> As
> he headed towards the door, he felt a bit more comfortable about
> staying the night at the manner. After all he was 13, what would his
> friends think of him if he left the manner early after feeling
> scared?
>
> Nick lifted his hand from his waist and grasped the brass handle of
> the door. Slowly rotating the handle and pushing the door aside,
> Nick
> realised that this wasn’t the bedroom he had been looking for. It
> turned out to be a bathroom, a bathroom full of cosmetics. Dead in
> front of Nick was a drug cupboard, when Nick opened the cupboard he
> realised that it was full of very old perfume and lipstick along
> with
> other cosmetics. As this wasn’t the bathroom, Nick left closing the
> door behind him. He saw the door across the landing and decided to
> see
> if it was the bedroom. As Mark stepped slowly across the landing, he
> lowered his head and looked at the floor he was tethered on. It was
> different to the floor downstairs, it didn’t have a carpet it just
> wooden planks. Nick stepped towards the door and raised his hand,
> took
> held of the handle and turned it. This time, Nick had found what he
> was looking for. Nick put on foot forward and stepped into the
> bedroom. The room was not what he had expected at all. It was
> completely plain, the walls were cream, the carpet was white and the
> bed in the corner of the room had a pale cream cover on it. Well, it
> didn’t really matter what the room looked like just as long as he
> could rest in it. Nick took of his grubby blue jumper and slumped
> onto
> the bed, bent his knees and rested his head on his hands.
>
> After a couple hours of sleep, Nick was awoken by a high-pitched
> scratching coming from across the landing. Nick raised his sleepy
> head
> and rose from the bed. He slowly stepped towards the door and then
> turned the brass handle, pushed the door aside and stepped out onto
> the landing. The scratching Nick had previously heard was now
> getting
> a lot louder, not just because he was getting closer to the source
> of
> the noise but the sound was getting louder. Nick trundled along the
> walkway and like many before, he opened the door and pushed it
> aside.
> As Nick started to push the door open, the sound stopped and the
> manner fell silent. Nick pushed the door fully aside and stepped in.
> He raised his head and say that there was something written across
> the
> wall that was in front of him. Written in red lipstick was “red
> rum”,
> in a rough sort of way. Nick fought to himself about the graffiti
> that
> he had seen as he walked up the path leading to the manner. He
> remembered that “anagram” had been written.
>
> Nick decided to leave the manner and forget about the bet, dreading
> the moment when he has to face his friends. He stepped closer to the
> door, trying to clear his mind and think like nothing had happened
> again. Nick erected his arm and grasped the brass doorknob, twisting
> it and pushing the door. As Nick pushed the door aside, he started
> to
> raise his head but was distracted by something and looked straight
> back down at the floor again. He saw that there was a trail of
> blood,
> coming from the entrance of the bathroom. The blood lead to the end
> of
> the landing and seemed to go under the door, which Nick hadn’t
> entered
> before.
>
> Nick decided to check what was behind the door before he left the
> manner. Nick strode towards the door, starting to feel worried like
> he
> had when he approached the entrance to the manner. Nick got closer
> and
> closer to the door, each step he took made him even more worried.
> Once
> more, Nick grasped the doorknob and turned it. When he pushed the
> door
> aside however, the light had darkened since he had opened the door.
> Inside were steps that lead down, what to Nick didn’t know but he
> decided that as he was about to leave, it wouldn’t hurt to have a
> look. Nick lowered his foot and stepped lower down the staircase.
> Whilst resting his hand against the wall, as he got lower, dirt had
> picked up on the palm of his hand. When Nick looked closet at what
> he
> thought was dirt, he realised that it was actually the blood
> something. After wiping his hands on his trousers and making sure
> his
> hand was away from the wall, Nick continued to walk down the stairs.
>
> Nick reached the bottom of the stairs after a couple of minutes and
> realised that there were now lights along the ceiling. The lights
> made
> the long corridor he was in red, which reflected on Nick’s face
> making
> him, look evil. Along each side of the corridor were several steel
> doors, what was concealed behind each one was not to be seen as
> there
> were no slits in the doors. As Nick walked along the corridor, his
> footsteps started to echo louder and louder. As his footsteps got
> even
> louder, Nick was stopped in his stride by a loud bang from behind
> one
> of the doors to his right. The bang was then followed by a loud
> scream, a feminine scream of what Nick could tell. Nick decided to
> listen closer, so he stepped closer to the door and rested his head
> against it.
>
> Nick could hear a quiet sob coming from the room behind the door.
> The
> only thing that worried Nick though was the fact that the door was
> metal. Surely a door made out of metal is only used to keep people
> out
> of the room or to prevent people from getting out. Nick decided not
> to
> call out to the person but to see if there was anyone further down
> the
> corridor. Nick stepped further down the corridor, the lights above
> him
> reflecting off of his shinny forehead. After passing several more
> doors, Nick heard someone talking ahead of him. For what good it
> would
> do, Nick decided to try and hide against the wall. Sidestepping
> along
> the wall, pushing back on to it, he got closer to the source of the
> voice. He saw that around the corner to the corridor was a circular
> wall, with pillars around the edge supporting the ceiling. When Nick
> was able to hear the voice clearly, he stopped in his steps and
> retreated back to the wall. From what Nick could make out, he
> thought
> that he was hearing two different voices now, one quite deep and
> another a bit higher. Nick didn’t want to stay at the manner much
> longer, after all he had explored what was down the stairs and had
> stayed for a couple of hours. Nick started to sidestep back along
> the
> wall a bit faster now, hoping that he would not disturb the two men
> in
> the room.
>
> Scraping his back along side the wall, Nick had started to run. His
> footsteps were unfortunately echoing now, which made him more
> worried
> than before. Maybe it was Nick’s mind playing tricks, but Nick was
> certain he could hear footsteps from behind. Without looking back,
> Nick removed himself from the wall and set out sprinting along the
> middle of the corridor. Now there was no doubt that the two men
> would
> hear Nick, but he wasn’t bothered. If he was out of the manner and
> in
> the street, people would surely see him and ask him what had
> happened.
> There were definitely footsteps from behind Nick now and they were
> getting louder as he approached the start of the staircase. Nick was
> now sprinting with all his will, with every stride he took he was
> nearer to safety. He was nearly there so he decided to see how close
> his pursuer was to him. Nick had almost turned sideways, rotated his
> neck and looked behind him. He saw that he hadn’t been followed at
> all, it must have been the echoes of his footsteps coming back from
> behind him. After the feeling of worry had fallen, Nick started to
> turn round again and head towards the exit of the manner. He twisted
> his body again and was faced by something grim.
>
> In front of Nick was a pile of limbs, arranged to spell “Cliff
> “nerd”
> Norman”. What was this meant to mean? Why was there limbs scattered
> along the floor? Nick was now in panic, he turned his head away from
> the sight and ran up the stairs. Tripping over a couple of the
> stairs
> and stumbling a bit. Nick had to put his hand on the wall once more
> to
> stop him falling backwards and certainly injuring himself. Nick now
> wondered why the limbs had spelt a name and why was he called nerd?
> While sprinting up the staircase, Nick repeatedly pictured the sight
> he had just seen. He was sure that the name was similar to something
> he had seen or heard before.
>
> Nick’s right foot slipped and he stumbled back, making his head
> lower
> towards the ground. When he raised his head, he saw his reflection.
> Standing in front of him was a man wearing some geeky glasses. After
> feeling a bit worried at first, Nick didn’t seem too bothered about
> the man standing in front of him. After all, what could this man do
> to
> Nick? After a chat with the man, Nick learned that the man had heard
> a
> scream from the manner and decided to check it out. The man told
> Nick
> that he was called Norman and that he had lived in the area for
> about
> 10 years. After learning a bit about each other, Nick told Norman
> about the body he had seen and the writing he had seen the night
> before. Norman seemed shocked and asked to see the body for himself.
> Nick lead Norman back down the staircase and showed him the body.
>
> Norman took a step back after his eyes settled on the body. Nick
> stood
> still, again wondering what had happened to this person. The stench
> emitting from the body was atrocious. Nick raised his right arm and
> covered his mouth with his hand. Nick started to turn around and
> walk
> back up the stairs when he felt something wrench around his neck.
> Nick
> looked down and saw that a thin piece of leather was strapped around
> his neck. Chocking, Nick rotated around and saw Norman chuckling.
> Waving his arms around and grasping for breath, Nick fell to the
> floor
> at Nick’s feet. Norman lowered his body and gently rapped his arms
> around Nick’s waist. He slowly lifted him off the ground, putting
> one
> hand underneath his back and the other supporting his legs.
>
> Struggling with Nick’s wait, of what little there was, Norman
> carried
> Nick down the corridor. He slowly strode down the corridor, chatting
> to what ever was behind each door. After finally loosening the strap
> fastened around Nick’s neck, Norman speeded up and headed to another
> metal door on the right hand side near to the end of the corridor.
> Norman slowly bent over and put Nick onto the dirty floor, making
> sure
> that he wasn’t in any pain. Lowering his hand and searching through
> his pocket, Norman looked at the foot of the staircase as if to make
> sure he wasn’t being watched. Seeing that he was alone with Nick,
> Norman pulled his hand back out of his pocket and was now grasping a
> key. Erecting his arm, Norman put the key in the keyhole and slowly
> twisted it.
>
> After hearing the keyhole click, Norman retrieved the key, put it
> back
> into his pocket and pushed the door aside revealing a small dark
> room.
> Reaching around the corner, Norman started searching for a light
> switch. After flicking it and turning a dirt covered light on,
> Norman
> turned around and raised Nick off the floor again. Lifting him to
> hip
> height, Norman stepped into the room and headed for a small wooden
> bed, witch had a rotten mattress on it. After reaching the bed,
> Norman
> lowered Nick’s body onto the bed and rested Nick’s head onto a small
> pillow, which was on top of the mattress. After seeing that Nick
> looked comfortable, Norman left the room and headed to the right.
>
> Three hours later, Nick regained consciousness and raised his head
> to
> see what had happened. Above him was the dirty light bulb, to his
> right he had a sink with a hot and cold tap but unfortunately he
> knew
> that the hot water was not working. To his left he saw a small frame
> containing a painting of what looked like Norman, but Norman didn’t
> look like he did earlier, he was missing his glasses and his hair
> was
> spiking up. In front of the bed was the metal door, which had a slot
> near to the bottom of it. Nick supposed that this slot was for
> slotting food through to him. But what really hit Nick was the anger
> he felt. Why did Norman try to murder Nick and why didn’t he let
> Nick
> die rather than sparring his life?
>
> Nick had no idea what Norman wanted him for so Nick decided to try
> and
> escape without disturbing anyone. After one look around the room,
> his
> planes of escape were forgotten. There were no windows, no gaps in
> the
> walls and the slot in the door was too small for a mouse to get
> through. All Nick could now do, was try and stay alive for as long
> as
> he possibly could. Nick sat back down on the uncomfortable rotten
> bed
> and started to hum to himself, attempting to make time pass quicker.
> A
> few minutes had past, which felt like hours to Nick, when Norman
> entered the room with a needle in his hand. In panic, Nick asked
> Norman what he was going to do with the needle. Norman replied by
> saying that he was going to help his food digest easier. Not even an
> excuse like that would calm Nick down, he got to his feet and
> started
> running to the exit. Raising his arm, Norman grabbed Nick around the
> neck and pushed the needle into him. Slowly pushing down the top of
> the injector, Nick started to struggle. When the top of the injector
> was fully down, Norman released Nick and let him fall to the ground.
>
> Norman turned around and headed out of the door, once more he turned
> right. With Nick still lying on the floor, Norman returned with a
> tray
> of food. Norman lowered down and placed the tray by Nick’s head,
> making sure that Nick wouldn’t knock it when he woke up. Another
> couple of hours passed until Nick finally rose and stretched out his
> arms. Yawning quite a bit, Nick strode to his left and knocked into
> the tray. Nick was shocked to see some food, he started to think
> that
> Norman wasn’t going to murder him. After all, a murderer would want
> his victim to die slowly, starvation is a very slow way to die.
>
> It may not have been much and it certainly wasn’t very nice, but the
> food really made Nick feel full. Nick started to walk towards the
> door, wondering if he may be able to see Norman.

( . )Juicy Melons( . ) wrote:
> This is a story i had started to write during my English SATS exam,
> but wasn't able to finish it. I got a level 7 so i'd imagion alot of
> you will enjoy the beggining. It's the first ever story i have ever
> written so i hope you will enjoy reading it, that's if you do read it.
> It doesn't really have a great ending but i think the story is really
> interesting, please read.
>
> As Nick walked up to Clifford Manner, a feeling of worry ran through
> his body. He saw that the front windows had been boarded up and that
> the wooden door that stood in front of him was coated in graffiti
> showing “anagram”. As Nick extended his, reached for the grubby handle
> on the rotten wooden door, he felt that he was not going to be on his
> own while he stayed at the manor. Nick turned the handle and pushed
> the rotten door aside, revealing the interior of the manor. As Nick
> stepped into the manor, he was blinded by a ray of light, which had
> entered from a crack in one of the boarded windows. Lowering his head
> and stepping out of the lights path, Nick could now see what the manor
> was like. Nick raised his head and twisted 90 degrees to the left so
> he was facing the western wall. The wall was painted in a muddy brown
> paint and was full of cracks. Nick now looked towards the ground,
> seeing that the floor was covered in a rosette-patterned carpet, which
> had a layer of dust hovering on the surface. As Nick raised his head
> once more to look at the ceiling, he saw two beautiful chandeliers
> dangling from the ceiling, which had been covered in flower-patterned
> tiles.
>
> As Nick was staying the night in the manner, he decided to head
> upstairs and search for the bedroom, which he would sleep in. As Nick
> headed towards the staircase, he saw that leading up the wall were
> several portraits of what Nick thought were the previous owners of the
> manner. Each painting looked seriously real, not like any he had seen
> in art books at school because they seemed more like photos than
> paintings. It seemed that each painting had a little of the model in
> it, making some of them quite scary and worrying. As Nick passed the
> final creaky step, he saw that the landing was full of windows and old
> wooden doors. A lot of the windows however, had also been boarded up
> but the doors on the landing were of a different colour to the
> downstairs ones. These doors were made of a different wood, maybe oak
> but Nick wasn’t sure. Nick noticed a door to his left and a door at
> the far end of the landing. Nick decided to approach the door to his
> left, as it was closer to the stairs and his way out of the manner. As
> he headed towards the door, he felt a bit more comfortable about
> staying the night at the manner. After all he was 13, what would his
> friends think of him if he left the manner early after feeling
> scared?
>
> Nick lifted his hand from his waist and grasped the brass handle of
> the door. Slowly rotating the handle and pushing the door aside, Nick
> realised that this wasn’t the bedroom he had been looking for. It
> turned out to be a bathroom, a bathroom full of cosmetics. Dead in
> front of Nick was a drug cupboard, when Nick opened the cupboard he
> realised that it was full of very old perfume and lipstick along with
> other cosmetics. As this wasn’t the bathroom, Nick left closing the
> door behind him. He saw the door across the landing and decided to see
> if it was the bedroom. As Mark stepped slowly across the landing, he
> lowered his head and looked at the floor he was tethered on. It was
> different to the floor downstairs, it didn’t have a carpet it just
> wooden planks. Nick stepped towards the door and raised his hand, took
> held of the handle and turned it. This time, Nick had found what he
> was looking for. Nick put on foot forward and stepped into the
> bedroom. The room was not what he had expected at all. It was
> completely plain, the walls were cream, the carpet was white and the
> bed in the corner of the room had a pale cream cover on it. Well, it
> didn’t really matter what the room looked like just as long as he
> could rest in it. Nick took of his grubby blue jumper and slumped onto
> the bed, bent his knees and rested his head on his hands.
>
> After a couple hours of sleep, Nick was awoken by a high-pitched
> scratching coming from across the landing. Nick raised his sleepy head
> and rose from the bed. He slowly stepped towards the door and then
> turned the brass handle, pushed the door aside and stepped out onto
> the landing. The scratching Nick had previously heard was now getting
> a lot louder, not just because he was getting closer to the source of
> the noise but the sound was getting louder. Nick trundled along the
> walkway and like many before, he opened the door and pushed it aside.
> As Nick started to push the door open, the sound stopped and the
> manner fell silent. Nick pushed the door fully aside and stepped in.
> He raised his head and say that there was something written across the
> wall that was in front of him. Written in red lipstick was “red rum”,
> in a rough sort of way. Nick fought to himself about the graffiti that
> he had seen as he walked up the path leading to the manner. He
> remembered that “anagram” had been written.
>
> Nick decided to leave the manner and forget about the bet, dreading
> the moment when he has to face his friends. He stepped closer to the
> door, trying to clear his mind and think like nothing had happened
> again. Nick erected his arm and grasped the brass doorknob, twisting
> it and pushing the door. As Nick pushed the door aside, he started to
> raise his head but was distracted by something and looked straight
> back down at the floor again. He saw that there was a trail of blood,
> coming from the entrance of the bathroom. The blood lead to the end of
> the landing and seemed to go under the door, which Nick hadn’t entered
> before.
>
> Nick decided to check what was behind the door before he left the
> manner. Nick strode towards the door, starting to feel worried like he
> had when he approached the entrance to the manner. Nick got closer and
> closer to the door, each step he took made him even more worried. Once
> more, Nick grasped the doorknob and turned it. When he pushed the door
> aside however, the light had darkened since he had opened the door.
> Inside were steps that lead down, what to Nick didn’t know but he
> decided that as he was about to leave, it wouldn’t hurt to have a
> look. Nick lowered his foot and stepped lower down the staircase.
> Whilst resting his hand against the wall, as he got lower, dirt had
> picked up on the palm of his hand. When Nick looked closet at what he
> thought was dirt, he realised that it was actually the blood
> something. After wiping his hands on his trousers and making sure his
> hand was away from the wall, Nick continued to walk down the stairs.
>
> Nick reached the bottom of the stairs after a couple of minutes and
> realised that there were now lights along the ceiling. The lights made
> the long corridor he was in red, which reflected on Nick’s face making
> him, look evil. Along each side of the corridor were several steel
> doors, what was concealed behind each one was not to be seen as there
> were no slits in the doors. As Nick walked along the corridor, his
> footsteps started to echo louder and louder. As his footsteps got even
> louder, Nick was stopped in his stride by a loud bang from behind one
> of the doors to his right. The bang was then followed by a loud
> scream, a feminine scream of what Nick could tell. Nick decided to
> listen closer, so he stepped closer to the door and rested his head
> against it.
>
> Nick could hear a quiet sob coming from the room behind the door. The
> only thing that worried Nick though was the fact that the door was
> metal. Surely a door made out of metal is only used to keep people out
> of the room or to prevent people from getting out. Nick decided not to
> call out to the person but to see if there was anyone further down the
> corridor. Nick stepped further down the corridor, the lights above him
> reflecting off of his shinny forehead. After passing several more
> doors, Nick heard someone talking ahead of him. For what good it would
> do, Nick decided to try and hide against the wall. Sidestepping along
> the wall, pushing back on to it, he got closer to the source of the
> voice. He saw that around the corner to the corridor was a circular
> wall, with pillars around the edge supporting the ceiling. When Nick
> was able to hear the voice clearly, he stopped in his steps and
> retreated back to the wall. From what Nick could make out, he thought
> that he was hearing two different voices now, one quite deep and
> another a bit higher. Nick didn’t want to stay at the manner much
> longer, after all he had explored what was down the stairs and had
> stayed for a couple of hours. Nick started to sidestep back along the
> wall a bit faster now, hoping that he would not disturb the two men in
> the room.
>
> Scraping his back along side the wall, Nick had started to run. His
> footsteps were unfortunately echoing now, which made him more worried
> than before. Maybe it was Nick’s mind playing tricks, but Nick was
> certain he could hear footsteps from behind. Without looking back,
> Nick removed himself from the wall and set out sprinting along the
> middle of the corridor. Now there was no doubt that the two men would
> hear Nick, but he wasn’t bothered. If he was out of the manner and in
> the street, people would surely see him and ask him what had happened.
> There were definitely footsteps from behind Nick now and they were
> getting louder as he approached the start of the staircase. Nick was
> now sprinting with all his will, with every stride he took he was
> nearer to safety. He was nearly there so he decided to see how close
> his pursuer was to him. Nick had almost turned sideways, rotated his
> neck and looked behind him. He saw that he hadn’t been followed at
> all, it must have been the echoes of his footsteps coming back from
> behind him. After the feeling of worry had fallen, Nick started to
> turn round again and head towards the exit of the manner. He twisted
> his body again and was faced by something grim.
>
> In front of Nick was a pile of limbs, arranged to spell “Cliff “nerd”
> Norman”. What was this meant to mean? Why was there limbs scattered
> along the floor? Nick was now in panic, he turned his head away from
> the sight and ran up the stairs. Tripping over a couple of the stairs
> and stumbling a bit. Nick had to put his hand on the wall once more to
> stop him falling backwards and certainly injuring himself. Nick now
> wondered why the limbs had spelt a name and why was he called nerd?
> While sprinting up the staircase, Nick repeatedly pictured the sight
> he had just seen. He was sure that the name was similar to something
> he had seen or heard before.
>
> Nick’s right foot slipped and he stumbled back, making his head lower
> towards the ground. When he raised his head, he saw his reflection.
> Standing in front of him was a man wearing some geeky glasses. After
> feeling a bit worried at first, Nick didn’t seem too bothered about
> the man standing in front of him. After all, what could this man do to
> Nick? After a chat with the man, Nick learned that the man had heard a
> scream from the manner and decided to check it out. The man told Nick
> that he was called Norman and that he had lived in the area for about
> 10 years. After learning a bit about each other, Nick told Norman
> about the body he had seen and the writing he had seen the night
> before. Norman seemed shocked and asked to see the body for himself.
> Nick lead Norman back down the staircase and showed him the body.
>
> Norman took a step back after his eyes settled on the body. Nick stood
> still, again wondering what had happened to this person. The stench
> emitting from the body was atrocious. Nick raised his right arm and
> covered his mouth with his hand. Nick started to turn around and walk
> back up the stairs when he felt something wrench around his neck. Nick
> looked down and saw that a thin piece of leather was strapped around
> his neck. Chocking, Nick rotated around and saw Norman chuckling.
> Waving his arms around and grasping for breath, Nick fell to the floor
> at Nick’s feet. Norman lowered his body and gently rapped his arms
> around Nick’s waist. He slowly lifted him off the ground, putting one
> hand underneath his back and the other supporting his legs.
>
> Struggling with Nick’s wait, of what little there was, Norman carried
> Nick down the corridor. He slowly strode down the corridor, chatting
> to what ever was behind each door. After finally loosening the strap
> fastened around Nick’s neck, Norman speeded up and headed to another
> metal door on the right hand side near to the end of the corridor.
> Norman slowly bent over and put Nick onto the dirty floor, making sure
> that he wasn’t in any pain. Lowering his hand and searching through
> his pocket, Norman looked at the foot of the staircase as if to make
> sure he wasn’t being watched. Seeing that he was alone with Nick,
> Norman pulled his hand back out of his pocket and was now grasping a
> key. Erecting his arm, Norman put the key in the keyhole and slowly
> twisted it.
>
> After hearing the keyhole click, Norman retrieved the key, put it back
> into his pocket and pushed the door aside revealing a small dark room.
> Reaching around the corner, Norman started searching for a light
> switch. After flicking it and turning a dirt covered light on, Norman
> turned around and raised Nick off the floor again. Lifting him to hip
> height, Norman stepped into the room and headed for a small wooden
> bed, witch had a rotten mattress on it. After reaching the bed, Norman
> lowered Nick’s body onto the bed and rested Nick’s head onto a small
> pillow, which was on top of the mattress. After seeing that Nick
> looked comfortable, Norman left the room and headed to the right.
>
> Three hours later, Nick regained consciousness and raised his head to
> see what had happened. Above him was the dirty light bulb, to his
> right he had a sink with a hot and cold tap but unfortunately he knew
> that the hot water was not working. To his left he saw a small frame
> containing a painting of what looked like Norman, but Norman didn’t
> look like he did earlier, he was missing his glasses and his hair was
> spiking up. In front of the bed was the metal door, which had a slot
> near to the bottom of it. Nick supposed that this slot was for
> slotting food through to him. But what really hit Nick was the anger
> he felt. Why did Norman try to murder Nick and why didn’t he let Nick
> die rather than sparring his life?
>
> Nick had no idea what Norman wanted him for so Nick decided to try and
> escape without disturbing anyone. After one look around the room, his
> planes of escape were forgotten. There were no windows, no gaps in the
> walls and the slot in the door was too small for a mouse to get
> through. All Nick could now do, was try and stay alive for as long as
> he possibly could. Nick sat back down on the uncomfortable rotten bed
> and started to hum to himself, attempting to make time pass quicker. A
> few minutes had past, which felt like hours to Nick, when Norman
> entered the room with a needle in his hand. In panic, Nick asked
> Norman what he was going to do with the needle. Norman replied by
> saying that he was going to help his food digest easier. Not even an
> excuse like that would calm Nick down, he got to his feet and started
> running to the exit. Raising his arm, Norman grabbed Nick around the
> neck and pushed the needle into him. Slowly pushing down the top of
> the injector, Nick started to struggle. When the top of the injector
> was fully down, Norman released Nick and let him fall to the ground.
>
> Norman turned around and headed out of the door, once more he turned
> right. With Nick still lying on the floor, Norman returned with a tray
> of food. Norman lowered down and placed the tray by Nick’s head,
> making sure that Nick wouldn’t knock it when he woke up. Another
> couple of hours passed until Nick finally rose and stretched out his
> arms. Yawning quite a bit, Nick strode to his left and knocked into
> the tray. Nick was shocked to see some food, he started to think that
> Norman wasn’t going to murder him. After all, a murderer would want
> his victim to die slowly, starvation is a very slow way to die.
>
> It may not have been much and it certainly wasn’t very nice, but the
> food really made Nick feel full. Nick started to walk towards the
> door, wondering if he may be able to see Norman. Nick called out to
> Norman through the slot, but only heard his own voice echo. Walking
> back to the bed, Nick saw the door flung open and Norman enter the
> room. Norman told Nick to sit down, Nick did what he said and then
> asked what Norman wanted him for. Norman replied by saying that Nick
> had just got caught up in his business. Nick asked why there was a
> body on the floor. Norman told him that it spelt his name and that he
> had been called a “nerd” when he attended college. Still, Nick was
> unsure about what had happened to him earlier in the manner. What had
> written “red rum” on the wall and why had it been written. Norman said
> that he had written on the wall, he said that this was one way to try
> and make Nick leave. He told Nick that it had worked for along time
> when other children had stayed at the manner. But Norman was resentful
> and wouldn’t tell Nick what “red rum” meant.
>
> Nick started to think back to when he had arrived at the manner once
> more, trying to repeat his every step. He suddenly remembered that
> “anagram” had been written across the door to the manner. Nick knew
> what all this was about now. The writing on the wall was an anagram,
> “red rum” is an anagram of “murder”. Maybe Norman was good at
> anagrams, maybe this was why he was called a nerd at college. Still,
> when Nick thought back to when he say Normans full name, Cliff “nerd”
> Norman, he thought that it reminded him of something else. Nick
> couldn’t figure it out, so he asked Norman whether there were any more
> people besides Nick that were kept behind doors. Norman told Nick that
> he wasn’t alone, there were many other people. Each in their own
> cells, each in there for the same reason. Norman told Nick that
> everyone that had bullied him was staying here. He thought of it as a
> fair punishment, for all the times he had been hurt.
>
> Nick was really scared, not only as a felling but he was worried for
> his life and the others around him. He saw the door open, he got to
> his feet and ran towards it. This time however, he faced Norman off
> with his hand and pushed Norman to the ground. Sprinting, literally
> for his life, towards the staircase, Nick looked back and saw Norman
> rising towards his feet. Heart pounding, feet thumping, Nick was
> getting closer to the staircase and his freedom from Norman. Once
> more, Nick turned his head, but saw Norman wasn’t following him. He
> wasn’t even there. He wasn’t on the floor and he wasn’t walking the
> other way. Turning back towards the staircase, Nick was shocked to see
> the body had now been rearranged. It now spelt “Clifford Manner”. This
> was what Nick was trying to think of when he saw Norman’s name. It too
> was an anagram, of Norman’s name.

Cheers! I've got a massive word count from this!

I think this story is class. i read it when it was in devolpment and it was really good then i didn't think he could inprove it but he did.

Thanks alot guys, i'm glad you all read it. Unless you're all lying that is :D

Woh very very long but good all the way through. I got a level 7 in my SATs but i don't think i can write as good a story as that.

Just read it all, and WOW is all I can say. Surprise you never got an 8!

Ahem, I never read it all (that Scouse Tw@t has made me feel ill...:-() but what I did read (the first line heh) was very good :c)

Wow great story, no wonder you got a level 7. A lot of detail but very good. Perhaps a sequal to it? That would take some time. GOod post JM