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Chapter 3
Strange secret

 It was midnight. The night was very dark, but I walked and walked. I was very tired when I saw the lights of a town.

I found some petrol, and then I asked the name of the village. But the man at the garage gave me a strange look.

“What village?” he asked.

I told him about the village. I told him about the old houses and the people with strange clothes.

Again, he gave me a strange look. He thought, and then he said, “There was a village there, but it isn’t there now. There are stories about it- strange stories.”

“What do people say about it?” I asked.

He didn’t want to tell me, but then he said, “There was a big fire in the village. Everybody died. There aren’t any people or houses there now.”

“How did it happen?” I asked. “And why?”                 

“Oliver Cromwell killed them,” he said.

“He was angry with the villagers because they helped the king in the war.”

I couldn’t speak.

“This isn’t right,” I thought. “That war happened 350 years ago!”

Then I remembered the strange clothes, the long hair, the food the fire, and the old houses. And I remembered, too about the horses.

“But I don’t understand,” I cried. “I saw the people and the village. I spoke to some people there!”

The man looked quickly at me, and then he spoke.

“There’s an interesting story about the village. For one day every ten years, it lives again – but only for one day.

Then it goes away again for another ten years. On that one day, you can find the village. But you have to leave before morning, or you will never leave.”

“Can this be right?” I thought. Perhaps it was. Mary said, “You have to go.” She loved me, but she said, “We have to say goodbye”

She was afraid for me. “Now I understand,” I thought.

I went back to the village, but it wasn’t there. I looked again but I couldn’t find it.

I saw only flowers and trees. I heard only the sound of the birds and the wind. I was very sad. I sat down on the ground and cried.

I will never forget that day. I remember Mary and I will always love her.

Now, I only have to wait two months. The village will conic back again. On the right day, I will go back.

I will find her again, my love with the long, black hair. And this time, I will not leave before morning. I will stay with her.

-THE END-