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No one answered the door. Pauline started walking around the house trying to see someone or something that could help her, but nothing, the fence was too high. Then, she decided to jump the fence and investigate a little bit more in the garden. Now, there she was, in the garden, staring at those gorgeous and huge hedges with animal shape and the beautiful rose bushes. She was really impressed with such beauty. Her next step was getting closer to the house to have a look through the window when suddenly, someone came up from behind her and said...

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I was on way to Josephine Sandler's house with the photo in my hand and the panic in my stomach, I was lucky because Josephine's house was in my neighborhood, but It was strange because I've never noticed that house, eventhoug it was a beautiful house, really it was more than a house, it was like a mansion. I was standing in front of the big gate holding the old photo and feeling the fear in my stomach, but I was there, I had to make an effort to help the poor boy, so I plucked up courage and I rang the bell...

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Probably they wouldn't believe me: a ten-year-old girl, scared and stuttering... But I had to try... I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep at night knowing that little John Sadler was trapped between two worlds and that maybe his parents had spent their lives wondering what had happened to their son... I had to help him... But i would do it on my own: no adults...

The first thing to do would probably be to look for his surname in the phonebook. If they were still alive they might still live in the village... Sandler, Sandler, Sandler... Oh! There it is: Sandler, Josephine: Grosvenor St. And Sandler, Patrice: Gordon Drive... I would start with Josephine. It's a name I had always liked. But how can I start the conversation? Maybe by saying....

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...he said: “Yes, that’s me! And I need your help”. That child told me the story of that fateful day: It started to rain heavily when he was nearly halfway there, he was going through a lush forest, the sound of the rain and the fog confused him and lost the path. These woods got muddy on occasion and he knew that it was dangerous. Then, he started to run scared by the noisy storm and fell off a cliff in the river. Suddenly, he said nervously "I don't have muchtime, take the picture and bring it to my parents it they are still alive, tell them what I have told you and..." Suddenly the figure disappeared. I was shocked, if I could find their parents still alive, would they believe me? ... I just had an old photo in my hands.

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The boy shape needed to transmit a message that he had never been able to achieve about his family. Suddenly, Pauline heard a noise coming from a wall and she was over there quietly. She began to scratch on the wall carefully and found a family photo: a boy with his parents was standing in the garden and down the photo there was written John Sandler. Pauline was scared but at the same time she had the need to find more information. She took a deep breath and asked: Are you John Sandler?
A silence filled the room and after few seconds…

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Desperately she asked again: "What are you doing here? Who are you? Please, say something!" All of a sudden, a shape emerged from the bedroom's wall and started speaking to Pauline. It was a tiny five-year-old boy who had lived in the old house fifty years ago. His parents were poor farmers and he helped them with the cattle and the garden. He could not go to school because it was far away from the house and his parents needed them in the house. One winter rainy day, while he was going to the nearest town to buy some seeds for their garden, he got lost in his way and he never went back home...

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She spinned around and she was shocked! She couldn't move. "What are you doing here?", Pauline asked. Nobody answered but she could hear its breath. She started to cry but her tears were very tinny. Suddenly, she stopped because she wasn't able to open her mouth. Poor Pauline! She felt terrified and alone in her nice room. She could see the moon through the window and it was very big. It seemed that she could touch it from the bed.

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" Yes, I'm awake... it's not a dream!", Pauline said to herself. ! "I have to be brave, I have to... I can..." and in that moment she decided to come across the dark room and go through the window into the darkness. She could sleep again thinking on that. Without stopping of looking at the window, she put on her slippers, however something made her shudder! She felt a freezing breath in her back and a hand rubbing against her cheek...

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She could see it perfecty.  A moonlight was passing through the window and the shadow turned into a perfect form.  Should she scream? She tried but no sound got out from her  mouth . Should she run away? She tried too, but her legs didn’t move. And the strange voice told her again: “Pauline, help me please! I need you.  Don’t be afraid of me!”  Pauline went to the figure. “ I am a brave girl” she was saying to herself  while she was crossing the room approaching the wardrobe.  “Be hurry. I need your help”  the figure said again.  When Pauline faced it  , she discovered ….
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A chill ran throughout her body. Suddenly, she felt cold on her pyjamas. Pauline turned slowly trying to focus on each corner of the room. Only the weak bedside lamp brought a little light to help her. She started looking around and finally, she seemed to see a figure in the darkness of the room, just next to the wardrobe. She wanted to scream but didn't want to wake her aunties up and frighten them. What if it was just a nightmare? "I'm a strong-minded girl" she thought. She closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath. When she looked back into that corner, she knew it wasn't a dream... There it was!

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“Stop looking at the moon Pauline”- somebody whispered. Pauline turned round but could not see anybody in the room. She thought it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. She had been very nervous lately, she did not want to move to this old house with her aunties and could not sleep properly in this huge bedroom. She loved the views though, the moon, the stars, the forest… Everything looked so magical, like in a fairy tale. “Pauline help me - the voice insisted - I’m here”. This time she was sure she heard it, but where was it coming from?

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The story starts here!

It was getting dark, and hundreds of beautiful stars were sparkling high above, just like flickering candles. A shy moon was trying to elbow her brightening way among all of them. Pauline, wearing her bees and teddy bears pyjamas, was looking through her bedroom window.

Image: Dark side of the moon, by Chris Isherwood. The image is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic License.