Ms. Ravana
It was just another day in France for young Matilda La’Pouf. Being a small girl in 1800′s Europe meant that there wasn’t much for her to do. All she did was go to school, come home, and play with her baby sister, Isara, who is 6 months of age. But, there was one thing that always caught Matilda’s attention when she was walking home from primary school. It was the house of Ms. Ravana. Matilda’s mother always told her to stay away fom her house. For her home is where young children,mostly small girls her size, meet their end. But sweet Matilda just thougt that was one of her mothers old folk tales from when she was young. She has never seen anyone enter or exit the home in her ten years of life. One day, Matilda got a little to curious about Ms. Ravana’s home. And like her mother always told her nosy daughter, “Couriosity is what killed the small cat.”
It was a crisp winter morning. Matilda was walking home from the bakery. Behind her, was a small red wagon with her baby sister and 3 loaves of brown bread tucked warmly inside. As they were walking, Matilda and Isara passed by the big black house that was all but unfamiliar to her. Ms. Ravana’s house. The forbidden house.
“Do you think we should have a small look inside to see what mother is forever going on about?“Matilda asked the small child. Isara just stared at the house, more specifially, the large window cover in black, torn drapes. When Matilda looked up to see what her sister was looking at, she drew back a large breath when she saw a dark figure staring down at her and the baby. Then it vanished.
“We have to go see what that was!′ Matilda cheered. Isara let out a small whimper as if she was telling her older sister ‘Im not going in there!’ But Matilda ignored Isara’s mini protest and ran towards the house with her sister in her arms.
They left the bread and wagon behind.
Matilda when to knock on the door. Baby Isara hid in her sister’s shoulder. The ten-year old only had to knock once before the door swung open and a large hand grabbed the two small children. They let out ear-peircing screams but no one was around to hear them. All Matilda saw was darkness around her and her sister.
“Who. Are. You...” The voice said. It was too deep to be a woman’s voice. But too light to be a man’s.
“LET US G-”
“WHO. ARE. YOU?!?!” The voice screamed, grabbing Isara and slinging her across the room. Matilda screamed when she saw her baby sister hit the wall, head banging on the cement beneath their feet. Isara cried as she was flying but when she hit the ground, she grew silent.
Fear raked through Matilda’s body when she notice that the baby was just looking into the ceiling with a blank expression. Blood seeping from the gash in her skull.
“P-please get up Issy Bear... Y-you can’t l-leave me!”
“I can smell your fear child. Once again, Who. Are. You?”
Matilda just stared at the child on the floor. She felt the grip on her arm tighten and the air being knocked out of her lungs by a forceful punch. When she tumbled to the ground, she didn’t get up. She didn’t have the strength. She could only muster up the strength to lift her head and say:
“I’m Matilda La’Pouf. Who are you? Why did you kill my sister?”
The woman looked down at the girl. A look of pleasure written on her dark face. She bent down to Matilda’s level. The small girl thought she was a giant from her position on the ground.
The figure then pushed the hairs that have slipped from Matilda’s bonnet away from her ear with her skinny, slender fingers and whispered:
“Good question Poppet. I am your worse nightmare. I am Satan on Earth. I am Hell. I am Ms. Ravana.
Part Two Coming In One Week.
Challenge of the Week XCVI
By:Payton Ruth
9th Grade