Preface of Wedding Flames

I sat in my old, beat up car and looked around for a mechanic. I sighed miserably, the rain was falling down in bucket loads! My friend was meant to be meeting me here, I haven't a clue why though, although she did enjoy weird and unearthly places. I cautiously opened the peeling door of my car and stepped out on to the dirt track. I peered around and saw a house at the top of an old hill, so I locked up the car and began to walk toward the slanted, rickety mansion.

The door was open and a light was shining invitingly to me. I picked my way through the last of the brambles and climbed up the broken wooden steps. I breathed in and crossed from the cold outside world, and in to the ancient building. The entrance hall was covered in thick, disgusting, dust that was an inch high. I shuddered with fear as an icy shadow passed through me. I heard a high pitched voice faintly call my name. I stood back and pressed myself against the patterned wall. Again I heard my name but this time the voice was harsher and lower. The voice beckoned me, Alexia Turner, and it seemed like there was a party upstairs.

The room was dull, but it had party banners up, it seemed that there was to be a wedding as there was a lot of ivory's, cream's and whites. But then on the other side of the room there was black and gray. I thought I saw a horse and carriage in black outside of the window, but it must have been my mind tricking me. I bent down and adjusted my sock. I stood up straight again and screamed. A woman in mourning clothes was holding a handkerchief, her hat was askew and her mouth appeared to be lopsided. She spoke to me in a high pitched voice, like the one earlier. I held out my hand and she held out hers, I tried to grip it but my hand fell through, she was dead, and I could see ghosts. But I believe that she thought I was also passed. Then a small girl bounded next to the woman and started to sob, the tears were luminous on her pale skin. I sniffed, to avoid crying and I leaned over the window sill and sighed sadly to myself again, I was confused and the growing congregation of ghosts and spirits didn't help me much.

I heaved myself away from the window ledge and looked at the ghosts in my presence. Bending down again I made eye contact with the little girl. “My name is Alexia and I was wondering if you could tell me what has happened.” I smiled sympathetically.
“Well,” the little girl said, “The lady who was getting married was stood up by the man she loved. She fled from the church and into the waiting carriage, my mother followed her out of the church, my aunt, the one who was jilted told my mum to take everyone to the reception because she wanted us all to have fun.”
“Oh, that's terrible! What's your name may I ask?”
“My name is Lucy-Anne,Miss Alexia. I'm twelve before you ask Miss. Anyway, when we were at the reception some smoke seeped underneath the door and before we knew it there was a raging fire and we were gone. No-one really knew where Lily was but we think she died of a broken heart, but we know she is definitely dead.
I wondered over to a man in mourning and asked him the same question and he replied similarly to Lucy-Anne. Although he was edgy and I was quite intimidated by him. I walked away.

“Liar.” My friend accused me.
But I wasn't and this was true. I wasn't dreaming and I wasn't drunk! My brother thought I was drunk but that was him not me, at least I didn't come home drunk and stoned every time I went out, Danny always came home like that a different girl every time too! Cassie, my oldest sister believed me, she believed me all the time, she was nine years older than me at the age twenty-six, I was seventeen and I crashed several times, but some how the driving instructor passed me in my test so I was really happy.