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It was around midday when the alarms sounded. I thought it was just going to be another test run of the system, but then the speakers started hissing and the Hierophants voice came out telling us to go inside and lock our safety shutters and pray for forgiveness. I kind of wanted to stay outside to see, but that’s cause the last time the alarms sounded for real I was four and I didn’t get to see anything. Mister Lorenz down the road went outside to have a look last time it happened but he looked away in time so he lived, but his eyes are all gone. Peter from school said it was because he clawed at his face, but Mister Lorenz says that’s a silly story. Peter also said you can look straight at them if you see in a reflection, and that was what I was thinking of trying, but dad took me inside before I could find a mirror.
It was kinda scary for a while, because nothing happened. I was expecting something to happen straight away, but I guess the Hierophant wanted to give people enough time to get inside. Dad ruffled my hair when he saw I was scared and told me it would be over pretty quick, so I tried to be braver, but I was still a little bit scared.
I knew when it came because the world seemed to go a bit weird. It started with a smell. Have you ever been to one of the workshops where they make and bless the shutters? You know when they cut the metal, how there’s that weird burning metal smell? It smelt like that, except it also smelt like honey, or something sweet like that. I could only smell it for a second though, cause then my nose started to bleed and I couldn’t smell anything but blood after that. Jake down the road said his nose didn’t bleed, but he could smell blood anyway.
Then this noise started up. It was weird cause it didn’t sound like anything exactly. It sounded kinda like a million flutes, all playing a single note, but each flute was playing a different note. And between the flutes there were a billion flies, or maybe wasps, that were buzzing, but the buzzing was more like a scratching. And kind of next to my ear I could hear thousands of whispering kids, but they were all really far away. But close at the same time, if you get what I mean.
Then it hit the ground and everything fell over, like in an earthquake, but the ground was perfectly still. Even stuff that was nailed to the wall came loose, like nothing could stand up while it was here. I fell onto my knees, and dad did as well. The screens and hands of every clock in the house shattered at that point and all the numbers burnt up. My knees hurt when I fell on them, but every time I wanted to get off of them, it felt like some sort of hand was pushing me down. Dad told me not to struggle, and we’d be abele to stand up soon.
Light started to burn through the edges of the shutters at that point. It was the most beautiful white light I’d ever seen, but it looked like there were hands in it and that hands were kind of reaching out for me and I was scared again. The light faded though as it started to move off. The ground kind of shook as it was walking off. I couldn’t see it, but it seemed huge, bigger than my house, and we live in a four story building. The sound of its feet hitting the ground was silence, and that silence drowned out all other noise.
Then dad started to cough up some screwed up balls of paper that had writing on them in blood. I started to cough them up too. I wanted to have a look, but dad threw them in the emergency incinerator and destroyed them. I had a quick look at one though before it was burnt, and it was covered in weird writing in a language I don’t speak. Ever since I read it though, I haven’t been able to feel the wind against my skin, even when it’s really blowing hard.
It moved on eventually, heading north like always, and our shutters held, although we need to buy new ones. The outside of our house and garden was completely white, like someone bleached all of the colours out. The same had happened through the whole neighbourhood.
I was kind of sad though, because Peter went out of his house to look at it and his mum and dad hadn’t been able to stop him in time. He died. It was pretty awful.
That’s the story of when an Angel came into my town.
By Kylan Day
Age 9
It was kinda scary for a while, because nothing happened. I was expecting something to happen straight away, but I guess the Hierophant wanted to give people enough time to get inside. Dad ruffled my hair when he saw I was scared and told me it would be over pretty quick, so I tried to be braver, but I was still a little bit scared.
I knew when it came because the world seemed to go a bit weird. It started with a smell. Have you ever been to one of the workshops where they make and bless the shutters? You know when they cut the metal, how there’s that weird burning metal smell? It smelt like that, except it also smelt like honey, or something sweet like that. I could only smell it for a second though, cause then my nose started to bleed and I couldn’t smell anything but blood after that. Jake down the road said his nose didn’t bleed, but he could smell blood anyway.
Then this noise started up. It was weird cause it didn’t sound like anything exactly. It sounded kinda like a million flutes, all playing a single note, but each flute was playing a different note. And between the flutes there were a billion flies, or maybe wasps, that were buzzing, but the buzzing was more like a scratching. And kind of next to my ear I could hear thousands of whispering kids, but they were all really far away. But close at the same time, if you get what I mean.
Then it hit the ground and everything fell over, like in an earthquake, but the ground was perfectly still. Even stuff that was nailed to the wall came loose, like nothing could stand up while it was here. I fell onto my knees, and dad did as well. The screens and hands of every clock in the house shattered at that point and all the numbers burnt up. My knees hurt when I fell on them, but every time I wanted to get off of them, it felt like some sort of hand was pushing me down. Dad told me not to struggle, and we’d be abele to stand up soon.
Light started to burn through the edges of the shutters at that point. It was the most beautiful white light I’d ever seen, but it looked like there were hands in it and that hands were kind of reaching out for me and I was scared again. The light faded though as it started to move off. The ground kind of shook as it was walking off. I couldn’t see it, but it seemed huge, bigger than my house, and we live in a four story building. The sound of its feet hitting the ground was silence, and that silence drowned out all other noise.
Then dad started to cough up some screwed up balls of paper that had writing on them in blood. I started to cough them up too. I wanted to have a look, but dad threw them in the emergency incinerator and destroyed them. I had a quick look at one though before it was burnt, and it was covered in weird writing in a language I don’t speak. Ever since I read it though, I haven’t been able to feel the wind against my skin, even when it’s really blowing hard.
It moved on eventually, heading north like always, and our shutters held, although we need to buy new ones. The outside of our house and garden was completely white, like someone bleached all of the colours out. The same had happened through the whole neighbourhood.
I was kind of sad though, because Peter went out of his house to look at it and his mum and dad hadn’t been able to stop him in time. He died. It was pretty awful.
That’s the story of when an Angel came into my town.
By Kylan Day
Age 9