We're yet to hear whether Daisy has reached the semi-finals but you can read her gripping story below!
They Had No Intention of Stopping
She slammed the heavy, black door behind her. The misty corridor instantly darkened as she shut the only light from the outside world out from behind her back. As she breathed in she couldn’t smell the familiar smell of her old home, the smell of comfort. All the air around her just felt like darkness, even as she breathed in the air felt heavy in her lungs.
Faintly in front of her she could hear a quiet rattle. She thought it was just old pipes from inside the tall, dark structure of the Victorian house. Somehow this house, she used to call home, didn’t feel normal, it felt like she was intruding in someone else’s territory.
Suddenly the rattle turned an octave higher and got increasingly loud. Knowing now that it was not rattling pipes, she started filling with fear. Her eyes were filled with darkness, she had no idea how close or how far away the source of this noise was coming from, she couldn’t trust her own sense of perspective. Slowly inch by inch she took a slow step backwards and pressed her bony spine against the cold, wooden door.
She stopped there, unable to move. Whatever it was, it wasn’t warning her but playing with her like an animal with its prey.
The only thing going through her mind was that she needed to get away from this noise and whoever was the source of it. She knew that she had to do it quietly in the least bit of hope of escaping. She spread her tiny body across the door, trying to hide herself in the shadows, and started sliding her shaking body across the sharp, rough shadows, scratching herself as she went.
The pain was almost too much for her but the terror that filled her whole body, head to toe, outdid the pain. After six agonising steps across the heavy darkness of the hallway her hand reached a rough door frame. She quickly spread her bony fingers out trying to find the door handle, failing that she peeled her aching body off the sharp walls in a desperate reach to find the door handle and to find a way to escape.
Suddenly, as if by force, her head turned quickly as the rattling turned to a drumming. Whatever it was, it was in time with her heart beat. She completely forgot about escaping, she just stood there, frozen. It felt like her heart was outside her body, like the drums were controlling the beating of her heart. It over whelmed her skinny body. Her head and chest were burning, like they were on fire. The hallway was icy cold yet her body was getting hotter and hotter, it was an unbearable pain. She wanted to scream but felt like if she screamed she wouldn’t ever be able to stop.
Whoever it was making the piercing drumming knew exactly what it was doing to her and they loved it. They had no intention of stopping.
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