The Enchanted Emporium-Chapter 2

“Mum, Dad!” Hazel bellowed. The noise bounced across the walls of the cottage like it was made of sponge. “Mum, Dad!” Hazel called again, her voice quavering a little. “Mum, Dad, anyone,” she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek. However, she decided she will be brave. They’re probably just having a walk. Hazel thought to herself.

To take her mind off it, she looked around and it was just as she remembered! The sinking couch in the corner; the ancient TV; the little fairytale stool to the side and 

the miniature sink that she would wash up in. The sink used to make bubbles that would float up, up, up until eventually they would burst: like everything in Hazel’s life. Her parents died in a car crash when she was seven and she got taken away to live in an orphanage.

Out of the blue, her brain told her to shout for them again: “Mum, Dad!” she yelled. Without warning, there was a scraping noise from the cellar and a noise that sounded like dragging. Then, in a flash, a grumbling and hissing sound came from right behind her. Swiftly, she turned around, a hooded figure was looming above her with a face like a shrivelled piece of coal. Hazel didn’t have time to scream; she just ran. Through the cottage, through the clearing, of the stepping stones and out of the door. She let out a huge sigh. She was safe. For now.