Jamie sat there shivering. He had never been this cold before. His hot chocolate clenched tight in his hand as if it was his antidote. Winter had never been so harsh before. It had snowed so much Jamie was locked inside his granddads cottage .Snow climbing up the walls , and seeping threw the door. The house looked like there was nothing there just a hill of snow . Even though Jamie loved going to his granddads he was sick of being trapped by winter in this cold heap of a house.
The snow eventually died down melting away off the cottage. As soon as Jamie was free he knew what he wanted to do. Football! He could let all the energy trapped inside him escape.For some reason the only place that was not effected by the snow was the out skirts of Bluebell forest . Jamie raced down there with his boots and his new football .Bluebell forest was dark and deserted Jamie felt a bit anxious not because of the forest but the legends that lay within it. His granddad had told him of a young lady that prowls the wood every winter, searching for her father she had lost.Every person she comes across she takes something they love, they call her the ghost of winters tale. Obviously Jamie didn't believe this. However Jamie was still scared but he did not know why . Jamie continued to play football . Ballotell..... Agueroooooo. The ball went flying over then fence .It bounced nervously into the wilderness. Jamie knew he shouldn't go in but it was his new football. Jamie edged into the frosty forest . The tress jagged sharpened by the bitter winter wind.The snow as white as blood on ice. Jamie took doubtful steps forward jerking at every sound . He could feel a presence of something, a shiver went through him as sharp as a knife.The ball was sat waiting on the lake Jamie had to get it. As his foot touched the lake the iced water turned bright blue. Furiously the ice shattered cracking into pieces like a cricket ball hitting glass .Jamie jolted back.The ball sank to the depths of the lake and that's when Jamie saw it... something emerged from the water.Jamie was isolated. Its piercing icy blue eyes glared at Jamie . They pierced right through him. As its long pointed hands went to grab him that's when he ran .His legs controlling his whole body, Jamie did not think he just ran. It floated across the frost coated leaves after him . His heart jumping out of his ribs knocking against his chest . He was finally out. Leaping over the fence and scrambling back to the cottage. Without his body telling him, Jamie collapsed on the soft snow outside his granddads.
Tired ,unaware and completely out of strength Jamie woke up in his own comfy bed. He wondered why he was not at his granddads.As he began to wake up Jamie had remembered all of what happened.If the legend was true the ghost would take someones life who he loved. Maybe it was all a dream and he was sleeping at his house the whole time.
"Jamie" Shouted Jamie's mother , nervously prodding up the stairs .
"Yes mum " groaned Jamie , he felt like he didn't even have strength to speak.
" Your granddads really ill so i'm going to take him some medicine , and how come you fell asleep on the snow yesterday?"
"O, erm, i just played football really hard, i got knackered you see"
"Ok bye darling "
Maybe granddads sick because of it ... the ghost of winters tale.Jamie rushed to his grandpas to comfort the poor frail old man. When he got there, grandpa was in a bundle of quilts on his bed. Jamie's mum lay there next to him asleep with grandpa. His granddad had never been so sick. His face was pale almost yellow. It was almost as if someone had painted his face and went over in black pen, under his eyes. He looked drained to the bone skinny and vulnerable. It was as if his legs and arms were bread sticks and could snap at any moment.This was not the jolly granddad Jamie had known.
Weeks had gone and as winter died off so did grandpa.The last days of winter would be the only chance Jamie got to save his granddad. He was intrigued by the fact if the ghost had taken his granddads life maybe it could save it. So on the last day of winter Jamie knew what he had to do. He would take grandpa back to the ghost. Jamie hadn't really thought this through.
Slowly but surely Jamie edged towards the forest . The wind was cold and bitter as usual.Grandpa dragged behind Jamie like a silhouette Grandpa could only just about move. His legs holding him up like cocktail sticks. grandpa was that sick he was unaware of what was going on. Therefore Jamie had to carry him most the way. The trees seemed to reached out to get them bending towards them mocking there every step. The pitch black was enlightened by the glistening glow of the moon and the stars shimmering in the bleak dark sky. There the lake again lay. Waiting for their return. Jamie slipped grandpa on the side of the icy lake and waited for ... it. The lake steamed of blowing into Jamie's face and then again emerged the lady out of the water. Her face was icy and grey and seemed not one bit scary.
Instead of an malevolent face Jamie was expecting it was crying .
"Daddy,daddy where are u " it sobbed, moving its hands onto its pale motionless face.
"I know you cant find your dad ... and your really upset but my granddad hasn't done anything wrong can you give him his life back"Jamie suggested, moving closer to the ghost.
"he can only be saved if you sacrifice your life for him" the ghost compromised.
"OK" Jamie accepted
tired, unaware and completely out of strength Grandpa woke up in his own comfy bed.
"grandpa" mum cried helplessly
"Yes" answered grandpa confused
"Jamie's gone" stated mum
