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A story about total blackout
Imagine a world without any light whatsoever. I know what it feels like. This is my story and it all started on a dark night.
I sat in the stands of the old stadium in Newport watching my brother Michael's tense rugby grand final. He loved to play, especially today his 14th birthday. Mikey was tall and skinny with green eyes and flaming red hair.
Just before seven o'clock some mean looking clouds started to gather above us. They started to circle faster and faster, then I heard a huge clap of thunder and straight from the middle a lightning bolt struck out. I smelt the electricity, the hairs on my arms stood up on ends and I shivered.
I saw a black figure with eyes and skin as red as blood cross the sky, silent like an owl. It smelt like burning flesh and rubber. It looked like an old lady, I swear she was crying out. I screamed and ran along with everyone else. Everything went blurry and I felt like passing out. All the light from street lights, torches and any other source of light you can think of went out.
I couldn't sleep all night! The next morning dawned but without the sun - everything was black. My light didn't turn on, my alarm clock didn't show the time. Total blackout!
I slowly got out of bed and stumbled to the door, opened it and grabbed the torch. I knew I must go and find the ghost.
It was freezing cold, I grabbed my coat and ran back to the old rugby field stopping just around the corner of the old clubhouse. Slowly, silently I peeped across the field. In the thick morning mist I saw her. She seemed small, crouched, sad. She was crying.
I watched for a while, she seemed to be holding something, a newspaper? Why was she crying, why was she still here, what was she murmuring? After a while my curiosity got the best of me and I slowly edged towards her, my torch went out.
"Who are you?"I asked trembling, "What's wrong, Why are you here?"
She spun around, surprised, I froze. "My name is Maggie. Mikey was the light of my life, he blacked out after a tackle in his rugby game and never recovered. He was the light of my life and when he died so did my light. Why should you have Mikeys' light when I cannot?
With that she took off into the dark and just as quickly the sun rose. I looked down and noticed an old newspaper left behind. I picked it up and unfolded it. The cover read "Boy killed in Birthday Rugby Tragedy' and a photo of a tall boy with bright green eyes and flaming red hair. It was my Michael, Mikey and published exactly 14 years ago to the day!