Names on the wall.

 

It was Halloween 1930, the school day had finally finished, it had gone so slow, but I could finally go and see my new house on Windchurch road. Once I was there, I found out I was on wallpaper duty. I wanted to be on painting  duty, but I got on with it.

 

I ripped off another piece of old crumbled wallpaper ‘Liana Humies 1905.’ I decided to think nothing of it. I ripped off a few more pieces of wallpaper, nothing was found. I worked for another few hours, only thinking of that name. Then I pulled off another piece of the falling apart ‘wallpaper.’ ‘Saliah Baluah 1906.’ Suspicion rose within me. I thought to myself “one more name and I am going to dad.” Time past, seconds felt like minutes, minutes felt like hours. I ripped off my final piece of wallpaper before I was going to pack up.  ‘Lily Cooper After Jail 1920’What was happening? Why was this going on? How did no one realise this?

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I ran to get my dad, but no answer. I guessed he must have been stressed so I left him alone. I rapidly grabbed my phone and searched Liana Humies. A news report came up about Liana Humies missing. My spine shivered; my heart pounded. Was this true. I came back to reality and straight away searched the next name. Saliah Bulah, once again a few news reports came up as missing. This wasn’t a mistake; this was purposely written there. I quickly typed the next name, my sweaty hand pressed on another news report. ‘Body found Windchurch road 1921.’ Time felt like it had stopped. All I could see was a dead body, Was I dead?