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Thanks for all the comments but pplease do not forget to become a follower so that you are kept updated. Remember that you can also post any stories or anything that you may want to shere on the topic. I have written a short story on one of my favourtie characters, although I shouldn't say that, as a mummy they are all my favourites. Anyway, this is a story about the douen, mythical character of a child that died before being baptised, as a result the child has returned to lure other children into the woods/forest. the trademark of the douen is the feet are turned in the wrong direction. so here's the story and enjoy...

PLAYING GAMES
“Do you think what Miss Jordan said in class today was true?” Michelle asked her friend Tracy as they walked home from school.
“No, how can someone have feet facing in the wrong direction?”
“Well Miss said that it was because after they died they walked out of their grave and it is so they can lead us in. You know, like how mummy always saying that people smile in your face but then talk behind your back.” Michelle replied with a confused frown creasing her smooth chocolate skin.
“Yeah I know, my mummy says that too all the time. But Miche you know that what Miss said was a story and so it had to be make believe.”
“But Tracy, I think that happened to Derek.”
“Who Derek?”
“Derek from around the corner by me. The boy from the story had to be Derek remember how one day last year he just disappeared.”
“Miche you better stop this talk now yes, you starting to frighten me.”
“You mean you wasn’t frighten when Miss was telling us about the douens.”
“No. I thought it was like talking about Dracula and the Mummy, like it does have on Scooby Doo.”
“Anyway, don’t forget what Miss said, just don’t answer if you hear somebody calling your name, go and find them first, that is how they get your voice to call you at night. I will see you Monday.”
“Ok bye Michelle.”
“Bye Tracy.”
The girls parted outside of Michelle’s house, but just as Tracy got to the end of the street she heard her name being called.
“Tracy”
“Tracy”
She instantly felt fearful. She could swear that she saw someone’s shadow behind her.
‘Why Michelle like to talk so much boy’ she thought angrily as she quickened her pace home.
‘I should have never stayed back to play with her after school finish, now look it getting dark.’
She heard her name being called again as she got to the end of the other street.
“Tracy”
Tracy started to run and then she heard laughter. She was shaking.
“Tracy, oh gosh stop nah I can’t keep up fuss I laughing. You such a scardey cat.”
Tracy turned to see Michelle doubled over with laughter.
“Michelle, you real’ stupid eh. I hope you could get back home before it get dark by yourself. I closer to my house now than you to yours. You better be careful.” Tracy yelled angrily to her friend.
Michelle laughed some more and then turned back.
As she started walking she heard “Michelle”
“What Tracy? You can’t try the same trick on me that I just played on you.” Michelle shouted without turning back.
After a few steps she did not hear anything. She looked back but did not see anyone on the street.
‘What happen to Tracy? She trying to frighten me, well I will show her.’ Michelle thought as she turned off the street into the wooded area bordering their village.
‘I will hide behind this tree and jump out and frighten her when she pass.’ Michelle smiled.
After a few moments there was no sound. Michelle began to wonder if she was imagining her name being called. It was starting to get dark and she thought that she better get home before her mother gave her a licking for being late from school. Just then she heard it again,
“Michelle”.
This time it came from right behind her. She jumped and spun around, again nothing. When she turned back there it was, a douen. It was just like Miss Jordan has described. The big, wide brimmed hat, the white shirt and short khaki pants. Her heart started to pound. Her eyes widened as the douen again called her name.
“Michelle come and play nuh.”
The douen began to sing the phrase over and over while it danced in circles around her.
“Michelle come and play nuh.”
Michelle was transfixed. She felt like she could not move. Her feet were rooted to the spot.
Soon the douen stopped dancing and singing and started to move closer to Michelle. It’s voice suddenly changed. It became the voice of a very young child.
Sadly, the douen asked “Why you not playing with me? Do you want me to call my friends so we can all play together?”
The douen then lifted its head up to show Michelle that under the hat, there was no face.
It was then that Michelle screamed out and ran home without ever looking back. As she ran she could hear a child crying behind her, then the sound of laughter. From then on Michelle was sure not to play games on Tracy or anyone again. After all, that was all the douen wanted to do with her.

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