dimention seekers by sherwin smallwood (sight word readers TXT) 📖

The first calling of Arnold

The boy heard the whispered name. ‘Arnold.’ His name, in fact. He saw the dimmed reflections run across the wall to and fro. There again the name was whispered, ‘Arnold.’ Blinking his eye tiredly anticipating the whisperer to call his name once more the ding of the grandfather clock was heard down stairs. The boy no older than nine heard exactly twelve dings signalizing midnight was dead on. Standing on his feet in the pitch black of the room (a tad of light coming in from an unclosed bit of the curtain allowing the moonlight to shine through) he walked nervously towards the open door of his bedroom approaching the landing. Once again the whisperer called his name, ‘Arnold,’ the whispers drew fear into his blood but at the same time made him wonder who the whisperer was. As if the whisperer was controlling his mind he began walking towards the top of the staircase standing at the very top looking down to the bottom. His body froze with fear. His mind being clearly controlled. The fear increased, he knew he did not want to go down the stairs to the living room but for some reason his legs carried him forwards. As the bottom drew ever so closer he carried on walking, wondering why he wanted to reach the bottom so badly. Eventually he reached the bottom and headed to the living room, stretching his hand out towards the electrifyingly cold silver plated door handle of which belonged to the living room, he slowly turned the handle therefore opening the door, and inside was as dark and as quiet as the underground. Suddenly a flash of light ran quickly across the room, Arnold jumped up and shouted aloud at the top of his voice as loud as his voice got. And there in the corner of the living room, he saw him stand.....

CHAPTER ONE

The man who viciously murdered his parents three years before, this dark shadowed figure began to approach him, everywhere still dark the shadowed figure approached. The murderers face covered by shadow he softly whispered to the boy again, ‘Arnold.’ The figure walked closer, pulled up beside him, his face still not noticeable, he lifted up his arm and placed his hand on the shoulder of Arnold and whispered, ‘I killed your parents.’ Just as Arnold flipped out in shock he opened up his eye’s and found he was once again in his bed, just a dream. Unfortunately his parents really were dead because of an unknown person murdering them. He lived with his big brother who was released from prison around a year ago after serving time for hit and run. If you could imagine the worst brother to have to live alone in a house with this one was he, his name happened to be Bruce. Aged twenty he forced Arnold to sleep in his bedroom closet, occasionally letting him have his own room. Today the 3rd of March 2009 was the birth day of Arnold, whilst his brother was down stairs in the living room with yet another girl he dragged home with him the night before, Arnold began walking down the stairs as usual unhappy knowing he was to get know presents what so ever. His brother heard the foot step of Arnold coming down the stairs and began to think to himself, ‘what if I take him out to the cinema on his birthday, so he won’t find out about what he should receive this year. As he walked steadily into the living room he was for once greeted by his older brother and his so called ‘FRIEND’ which was a surprise, because he was the most violent and aggressive brother to ever have to live with, but he played along. ‘Bruce, can you make me a bacon sandwich please,’ knowing he would because of wanting to impress the so called friend. Smiling as he saw Bruce walk past him he turned around and said, ‘Oh by the way, Bruce, take the fat off please mate.’ You could see the anger in the eyes of Bruce, but he tried not to show it for obvious reasons. ‘Arnold,’ he heard someone whisper, ‘what do you want Bruce,’ Arnold shouted to his brother. Making noises from the pots and pans in the kitchen Bruce replied by saying, ‘I didn’t say anything,’ and whispered to himself, ‘dweeb.’ Around half an hour later the sandwich was ready and went to the kitchen to sit down at the table. A knock was heard at the front door, ‘Answer that please,’ Bruce shouted to his ‘FRIEND.’ Getting up from off the settee she began approaching the front door. ‘Hello,’ said a man in an extremely deep voice, please can you give this video recording to a Master Arnold Stack. This is extremely important, thank you.’ Closing the door behind her staring at the video she went into the kitchen to where Arnold had nearly finished his breakfast, she spoke aloud, ‘There was just a small man with a deep voice at the front door, and he gave me this tape for you Arnold.’ The eyes of Bruce widened, knowing exactly what this tape was about. He knew this tape must be eliminated from existence. ‘I don’t think I have ever seen a smaller man,’ she spoke. ‘He had to have been only three foot, no bigger.’ Bruce began thinking to himself once again, ‘I need to do something fast, if I don’t, then I’m afraid Arnold will find out that he has....’ ‘Are you alright Bruce,’ his ‘friend’ spoke to him. ‘You seem awfully quiet, what’s wrong.’ Just then, his eyes widened and he began to wonder, has it started. ‘You need to go right now; my brother and I need to have a little chat about something.’ She left the house in a storm, signalizing to him that she will not return. ‘Arnold,’ Bruce nervously spoke whilst gulping a sign of pure nerves. ‘There is something you must know. Well....’ just then Bruce had a better idea, show him the recording the man sent him. ‘I was going to keep this a secret from you but I decided if you did not see this video then trouble might be a head.’ ‘What are you talking about Bruce, you sound crazy.’ Bruce got up on his feet and asked Arnold to follow him to the living room. ‘Take a seat on the settee Arnold, there’s something you must know. This video I am to put on will explain everything, if you choose to believe me that is.’ Nervously walking over to the television set he reached for the video and entered it in the player. On the screen a small man came up on a plain white screen, nothing behind him just a plain white background. In fact it was the same man that came to deliver the video. ‘Hello,’ spoke the man. ‘the reason I am speaking to you on this video is that to speak to you in person will get me killed, because, well, I’m not actually aloud to tell you. In a minute there will be a place behind me to where you will be sent when you reach thirteen years old. The reason for you being sent here with us is because you are one of only five human beings in history of mankind to have a special gift to where you can stop the invaders. Now, the invaders have special names, Dimension seekers to be exact. There are five known portals to other Dimensions and all are owned by the five evil Dimension seekers. Yes that’s right, there are five evil Dimension seekers and five good ones, but you are the only good one we know about. The five evil Dimension seekers each own a separate Dimension, the other Dimensions are other worlds that they have taken over and captured the inhabitants. It will be your job to somehow find the four other good Dimension seekers and help save the poor inhabitants of the planets; if you can’t find them then you will have to somehow do all five Dimensions for yourself. Your time to complete these five more or less impossible tasks is a period of seven years, if you fail; the next Dimension they will take over will be ours. You have till your thirteenth birthday to decide if you are going to let the Dimension seekers take over our planet, and kill our people. Good look, friend.’ the background behind him now was of a large see through glass container the size of America (obviously in a secret location somewhere.) In the middle of the container were four castles extraordinarily large, if you can imagine America you will understand how big the castles actually are. Arnold drew a final breath and then asked, ‘has this anything to do with the whisperer.’ Bruce turned his head quickly and worriedly asked, ‘what whisperer.’ ‘Well, every night has been the same since mum and dad died three years ago. I wake up, still dreaming of course, here a viciously terrifying man whisper my name. I can’t help it but my feet just push me towards the living room downstairs and I walk into the living room and see him in the corner, and he walks towards me.’ Bruce knew exactly what this dream meant, but lied and said not a word. ‘Come on bro; let’s go out to the cinema for a little while and watch a film, your choice.’ Arnold stared long and hard at his brother wondering if all of this was a wind up. ‘Is all of this true, because normally you are nasty selfish and mean to me, why you telling me all this.’ ‘I decided if you don’t see this video then the world may very well come to an end.’

second chapter


Four years had now past and Arnold was as worried as could possibly be, his blue eyes showed a look of panic and worry. His blonde hair looked in a terrible state. Just to round the whole subject off of how terrible he looked he was wearing the most hideous jumper ever, knitted by his grandmother. The picture was of Santa on a slay, gives me shivers every time I tell this part of the story. His grandmother and grandfather had kindly invited him and his brother to spend Christmas with them; I bet you are now thinking how come Arnold has not been sent to the secret location. Well, the truth is they simply had not sent for him, they had not contacted him either.

Publication Date: 04-21-2010

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