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This is an extract from my story, please tell me what you think of it and how I improve it, thanks x

The gate creaked open slowly, nobody in the house heard it, apart from one little girl. She curled up in a tight ball under her many sheets and closed her eyes, praying that her rasping breathing would not give them away. It was pitch black and although he could not be seen, his quiet footsteps echoed loudly on the marble staircase. He just wanted to get this job done as soon as possible. It was late and he was tired.
The wooden door creaked open slowly as he entered the first room. Most of the loud bang had been muffled by his silencer, but the noise it did make was that of a book being dropped on a concrete floor, still, nobody else awoke.
The little girl’s eyes scrunched up in grief as she felt all the hairs on her neck stand on end, tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She desperately wanted to cry out but knew that she must not make a sound.
She could hear his heavy breathing as he padded along the carpet, each step he took towards the room where they lay made her feel more and more sick.
A small spider emerged from underneath the floorboards, it scuttled along the carpet silently. It almost thought that it would get away, until a leg extended crushed the life out of the spider with a heavy black boot.
Pressing a clammy hand to her face, she tried to muffle the scream she gave as the door burst open. She saw the whites in his eyes, flashing like death as he raised his weapon.

Isabella Kate Reid woke up screaming. Jack was there instantly, his hands cupping her face, his calming tones whispered to her. He pulled himself onto the bed and helped Isabella arrange the bed sheets over herself.
Gently wiping each tear of his girlfriends face, Jack asked, “The dream again?”
“Yeah” she whispered.
“Everybody’s been telling you, you need to see someone Belle”
“No.” She turned away in an attempt to hide her face. “I don’t need help.”
He gently pulled her face round and took one of her hands, “You miss her don’t you?”
“I miss all of them.”
Isabella’s parents and older sister were all killed in an armed robbery when she was eleven years old. The only reason she escaped was because she was spending the night with her brother, Christopher, in his new apartment back in LA, where he was going to college. The whole village soon learned of the deaths of Janine, Mason and Lola-Mercy Reid, it was the story they told round campfires, the only bad thing to ever happen in the little town of Gail.

The gate whined as it was opened slowly, but nobody in the house heard it, apart from one little girl. She curled up in a tight ball under her many sheets and closed her eyes, praying that her rasping breathing would not give them away. It was pitch black and although he could not be seen, his quiet footsteps echoed loudly on the marble staircase. He just wanted to get this job done as soon as possible. It was late and he was tired.
The wooden door creaked open slowly as he entered the first room. Most of the loud bang had been muffled by his silencer, but the noise it did make was that of a book being dropped on a concrete floor, still, nobody else awoke.
The little girl’s eyes scrunched up in grief as she felt all the hairs on her neck stand on end, tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She desperately wanted to cry out but knew that she must not make a sound.
She could hear his heavy breathing as he padded along the carpet, each step he took towards the room where they lay made her feel more and more sick.
A small spider emerged from underneath the floorboards, it scuttled along the carpet silently. It almost thought that it would get away, until a leg extended and crushed the life out of the spider with a heavy black boot.
Pressing a clammy hand to her face, she tried to muffle the scream she gave as the door burst open. She saw the whites in his eyes, flashing like death as he raised his weapon.

Isabella Kate Reid woke up screaming. Jack was there instantly, his hands cupping her face, his calming tones whispered to her. He pulled himself onto the bed and helped Isabella arrange the bed sheets over herself.
Gently wiping each tear of his girlfriends face, Jack asked, “The dream again?”
“Yeah” she whispered.
“This isn’t normal Belle”

Okay, I have decided on three possible situations I could have Isabella getting into. Please rate them!

1. She gets angry and leaves, then gets into a car crash and nearly dies
2. She tells Jack she has been planning to move away, he tells her he wants to come too and they both leave without a glance back
3. They have a small argument then fall asleep again, then I start a new paragraph and have something else happen.

Please give me any other ideas? Or any things I could bring up in their coversation next?

Thanks so much xx
Well Steven, I’m asking what should happen NEXT. It doesn’t matter what happens after that because any of these options could go the same way!
Well its the beginning of the book! I have to say her full name! I clearly remember Harry Potter, being called Harry James Potter in the very first bit where he was mentioned! I have to put some info, ‘Yazi’!!

This is an extract from my story, please tell me what you think of it and how I improve it, thanks x

The gate creaked open slowly, nobody in the house heard it, apart from one little girl. She curled up in a tight ball under her many sheets and closed her eyes, praying that her rasping breathing would not give them away. It was pitch black and although he could not be seen, his quiet footsteps echoed loudly on the marble staircase. He just wanted to get this job done as soon as possible. It was late and he was tired.
The wooden door creaked open slowly as he entered the first room. Most of the loud bang had been muffled by his silencer, but the noise it did make was that of a book being dropped on a concrete floor, still, nobody else awoke.
The little girl’s eyes scrunched up in grief as she felt all the hairs on her neck stand on end, tiny beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. She desperately wanted to cry out but knew that she must not make a sound.
She could hear his heavy breathing as he padded along the carpet, each step he took towards the room where they lay made her feel more and more sick.
A small spider emerged from underneath the floorboards, it scuttled along the carpet silently. It almost thought that it would get away, until a leg extended crushed the life out of the spider with a heavy black boot.
Pressing a clammy hand to her face, she tried to muffle the scream she gave as the door burst open. She saw the whites in his eyes, flashing like death as he raised his weapon.

Isabella Kate Reid woke up screaming. Jack was there instantly, his hands cupping her face, his calming tones whispered to her. He pulled himself onto the bed and helped Isabella arrange the bed sheets over herself.
Gently wiping each tear of his girlfriends face, Jack asked, “The dream again?”
“Yeah” she whispered.
“Everybody’s been telling you, you need to see someone Belle”
“No.” She turned away in an attempt to hide her face. “I don’t need help.”
He gently pulled her face round and took one of her hands, “You miss her don’t you?”
“I miss all of them.”
Isabella’s parents and older sister were all killed in an armed robbery when she was eleven years old. The only reason she escaped was because she was spending the night with her brother, Christopher, in his new apartment back in LA, where he was going to college. The whole village soon learned of the deaths of Janine, Mason and Lola-Mercy Reid, it was the story they told round campfires, the only bad thing to ever happen in the little town of Gail.

Okay so the other night i saw an advert on tv to raise awareness of the danger by jumping off of cliffs into shallow water. These kids were taking it in turns to jump off a cliff into the water. Then it was this boys turn but he was in a wheelchair so he couldn’t. I think the message that was trying to be said was if you do something as silly as this then you could end up like him.
I almost laughed it was so pathetic. Why are the government scared of showing some more hard hitting stuff ? Maybe not on tv because of small children but what about in schools ?

I once saw a video that has shocked me to this day and i will NEVER jump into shallow water from such heights again- even my brother ( who used to do this activity with friends quite a lot ) said he will never do it again after watching this…. ( we are 16 +17 ).

Okay so this girl is filming her mates jumping into the water. There’s a wall that they have to run up to and push themselves off of so they can avoid the concrete slab directly under them and aim for the water right next to it.
There’s maybe 2 or 3 boys doing this. The first 2,3,4 or even 5 tries go okay but then this one boy runs up to the wall and as he attempts to push off he slips because he is wet. He lands face first onto the concrete at the bottom with a sickening crunch- then his body slips into the water. He isn’t moving. He is face down in the water and the water turns blood red ( well because it’s blood ). People are screaming and shouting and two men jump in to get him out of the water and up back onto the slab.
The next part of the video is in hospital in the resuscitation room. I think in this part of the world the law says that if a patient is not expected to live you are allowed into the room with them while doctors are working on them ( don’t know if it’s allowed all over or not ). So you see him on this bed, a medic is holding the boys face together as it’s completely split down the middle. He has no eyes, or nose. Most of his teeth are lodged where his nose should have been. He also can’t breathe. You can hear him groaning in pain. The medic who is holding his face together had to let go for a few seconds and this guys face just falls apart and you can hear him scream. That’s the end of the video.
He died the next day.

Most sites have banned this video- but why ? if the family have allowed permission for it to be put out there to shock teenagers into not doing such a thing then why not ? I know if that was my son i would want EVERYBODY to see it- to see that it’s a dangerous game. I wouldn’t want any other person to die like that.

Do you agree ?

X
no i think you FAILED to grasped what im talking about haha im just seeing if everyone else thinks that the government is useless at this sort of thing !

To start it off I don’t want to hear some bs about how ghosts don’t exist now that I got that out of the way. Since I was 8 or 9 yrs old weird things have happened in my house. Voices, shadows and the like… It all started when I saw an old man under my bed while I was playing with my sister as kids. She didn’t see it and when I screamed and turned away it disappeared and I never saw him again. There were times in between that I felt things. Heard people talking in my moms room while no one was home. Then it seemed to stop altogether when I got older it started up again, shadows, voices and then things would be hidden then found elsewhere. No matter where I go something happens, In my ex’s I felt someone watching me then seeing a black mass then laughter I later found out his grandma died in the room that I feared most in the house. I feel like a magnet to spirits. I see them on the bus, I see them outside walking behind me I get a glimpse but when I fully turn around nothing. I saw a black mass one time on my way home in the daylight. A man in construction clothes hide behind a pillar when I checked no one was there. What is going on ???? Is someone following me because sometimes I see someone?? And no i don’t do drugs nor am I mental. I’m like everyone else except I’m a ghost magnet I also went as far as doing evps in my house and caught a lady and man on it. Also I caught what sounds like boots walking on wood over and over like it’s pacing needless to say our floors are not wooden it’s concrete with tiles. Sometimes they watch me late at night too when I go to the kitchen in the middle of the night I could see someone peeking over the wall and it was black and when I raise my head it would duck back which would freak me out so bad !! I would be in the kitchen with my phone so I can speak to my friend because when I get scared I go into a panic attack. I have told them countless times to go and leave me alone and did research on the property I was told back then it was just mush and there were no deaths during construction yet I know there is a man there and now my son is seeing weird stuff like body parts here and there and black masses. My son is an upbeat kid he’s 100% sane and he’s apparently just like his mom. Who could this man be ??? And do you think the same person follows me or are they different people ??
You people are total idiots ! Just because you think they don’t exist doesn’t mean they don’t !!! So I’m not going to listen to people who are retarded. I’m not mental nor have any mental disease. I’m pretty smart, work in the medical field so I’m sure I would know that I’m mental and I’m not the only one in my house who has experienced it so f off =D

I want to replace the plastic skirt on my manufactured home with cinder blocks one because it is stronger and two because it will last longer. My question is can I set the cinder blocks without concrete foundation since it will only be about 3 feet tall. Should I use a rock bed maybe? And if I do need to lay a foundation how thick should it need to be? A future plan to raise the ground level is also on the scope will this be a problem?
Thanks for helping.
H

There are 4 treated lumber 4×6 posts supporting extended living room in split level house. Posts are bedded in sand. I plan more sand, raise level of yard, and pour concrete patio which will enclose all posts. Do I replace or reinforce or is there protedtive sleeve that I can attach to good wood? Do I need to cut off rotted portion? Help…bad surprise in the nick of time!

Well, the only sunny spot in my backyard is made of all cement…Soooo…I’d like to know if I can actually build a raised garden bed over the cement itself. After building the bed sides with wood, I thought I’d line the bottom with heavy plastic and then cut slits along the sides for drainage. Has anyone done this before? If this should work, what is the best wood for the job (as far as rotting is concerned, but also won’t cost me an arm and a leg).
LANA, I do live in So. California, so I would imagine the roots would burn from the intense heat like you stated. With that being said, if I lay cedar over the concrete should I then lay plastic over the cedar to help prevent wood rot?

I have a concrete yard and I want to build a raised garden bed over it. I plan to make a 2 (w) x 15 (l) x 1 (d) ft. Does anyone know how to it or any web-site I can go to find the answer? I tried DIY, they have a tutorial but it only covers how to build a garden bed on top of the garden.

Thank you!!!
I forgot to say that the concrete yard is slanted a little, and I want to plant flowers in the bed