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Publié par
Date de parution
30 avril 2019
EAN13
9781528954297
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
3 Mo
Publié par
Date de parution
30 avril 2019
EAN13
9781528954297
Langue
English
Poids de l'ouvrage
3 Mo
About the Author
Rita is married with adult sons and grandchildren. As well as writing for children, she is an avid reader. Her interests include nature, gardening, crafts and walking her dog. She worked in two schools for around 25 years as a dinner lady. Out of hours, she is a club worker, classroom assistant, special needs teaching assistant and breakfast club leader.
Copyright Information
Copyright © Rita M. Hopkins (2019)
The right of Rita M. Hopkins to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him/her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
A CIP catalogue record for this title is available from the British Library.
ISBN 9781788482578 (Paperback)
ISBN 9781788482585 (Hardback)
ISBN 9781788482592 (E-Book)
www.austinmacauley.com
First Published (2019)
Austin Macauley Publishers Ltd
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E14 5LQ
Dedication
All my family.
Sowe Valley Primary School, Coventry.
Richard Lee Primary School, Coventry.
Penny Markley.
Acknowledgements
My sincere thanks to my family for all their support and for sorting out my many problems with modern technology.
Staff of Willenhall Library, Coventry for help given and lots of laughter.
The Secret of Hideaway Cove
Hideaway Castle was a dark menacing place. It sat about a quarter of a mile from the cliff edge, like a threatening eagle about to attack.
No one ever went near it. The impression that it gave was more than enough to deter anyone who approached thinking to take a closer look.
Bit by bit, it was crumbling away as the winter storms lashed around it each year; storms which in the past had instigated its present state.
The gates were rusted, fallen to the ground, the wooden support posts rotted away long ago by the salt laden air. Brambles twisted around the gates themselves, intermixed with ivy and convolvulus, which added an eerie look to the grotesque looking creatures that were welded into its ironwork.
The pathway from the gateway to the castle was overgrown and barely visible. Even if anyone had considered venturing up to the castle, they would have struggled to find it. They never did!
What was left of the main castle door, hung drunkenly on one hinge, creaking as it swung eerily backwards and forwards in the wind.
It wouldn’t be too long before it fell to the ground, as the other hinge was almost rusted away.
The remains of the wooden door, which would once have been sturdy and strong, was now mostly eaten away by rot and wood-beetle, crumbling further into dust as the years passed by.
The once metal surrounds of the arched windows were now mostly eroded away, their stained glass long gone.
Centuries ago, it most likely would have been a quite impressive place to look at…but certainly not now!
There was a most odd thing too about the place. A round turret had been added, its red brick screaming out that it had no purpose to be there…it didn’t belong except to highlight the grotesque contrast it made against the dull-grey stone of the main building. What whim of a past owner had caused it to be built...More than that…Why?
No one had lived in the castle for decades. No one ever would. Should have been demolished years ago was the general opinion, but no one would have dared to help it on its way.
So it had stayed; dark, menacing and evil. Only the wind now moved around the empty rooms, making the emptiness echo with shrieks, and almost human sounding cries, and the screams of those long gone, as it blustered through.
Eventually, it would perish, nature would see to that…but not yet…oh no! Not just yet!
Mark and Paul were both students of Warwick University.
