Clara doesn’t think she’s special, until she starts having terrifying nightmares and hearing voices in the night. Then her great aunt, Selina, tells Clara something incredible. Clara is a shape-shifter. But with this extraordinary inherited gift comes a dangerous curse.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Under The Light Of A Full Moon (Full Moon Series, #1)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Under the Light of a Full Moon
D. A. McGrath
Cover Design by
Simon Avery
Also by D.A. McGrath
The Full Moon series
Under the Light of a Full Moon
A Gypsy Curse
A Gypsy Secret
Gypsy Legends: The Quest for Peace
A Gypsy Twist
A Gypsy Dilemma
Text copyright © D.A. McGrath
First published in 2013.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Chapter One
It was a sunny, balmy, autumn afternoon. In the humid classroom of a secondary school in a small town in the Midlands, a girl named Clara was struggling to concentrate on what her teacher was saying. As the warmth made Clara drowsy, and the teachers’ voice droned on monotonously, her thoughts drifted away into wishing she was outside enjoying the sunshine, instead of stuck in this tedious lesson.
She sat, staring out of the window, aimlessly swinging one leg back and forth under her stool and slowly twirling her dark blond ponytail around her finger, when her attention was caught by a bumblebee, bouncing off the inside of the window. Blowing her fringe out of her eyes she wondered idly why it continued its efforts to fly through the invisible barrier.
The more she watched, the more she felt sorry for the bee as it struggled to find a way out of the glass prison. There was an open window a few feet over and Clara silently urged the bee to move towards it. Suddenly, as if the bee had heard Clara’s thoughts, it flew at full speed several feet sideways, straight out of the open window and out of sight.
Huh! Clara thought. That was weird.
“Clara?” Clara jumped. Her teacher was looking at her expectantly. Feeling a classroom of eyes staring in her direction, Clara blushed.
“Sorry, Mrs Fernley, I missed the question,” she mumbled.
The teacher frowned and opened her mouth to scold Clara for her inattention, but just then the school bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson and the end of the school day.
Clara breathed a sigh of relief and packed her things into her schoolbag. She followed her classmates out of the school building, across the grounds and out of the gate. The throng of children thinned as people headed in different directions with Clara turning right towards home. A few minutes later she turned the corner into her street and saw her mum arrive at the house ahead of her, with her younger brother, Peter, in tow. Peter saw Clara coming along the road and waved to her. Clara smiled and waved back.
When Clara entered the house, she was surprised to find Great-Aunt Selina sitting at the kitchen table.
“Hello, Clara, darling, how are you?” Aunt Selina asked, pulling Clara into a big hug.
“Hi, Aunt Selina, I’m fine thanks. I didn’t know you were coming to stay.”
“It’s a surprise visit my dear,” Selina replied. “I was on the phone to your mum a few days ago when I realised I hadn’t seen you all since last winter. So I invited myself down for a visit.”
“Excellent,” said Clara, who was fond of her great-aunt.
Clara didn’t remember her grandparents, who’d died when she was young, so Great-Aunt Selina filled the role nicely. She was plump and soft and wore big baggy clothes and had the most fabulously infectious laugh. She was also the most imaginative storyteller. Whenever she came to visit, she’d regale Clara and Peter with wild and daring stories about their ancestors. The children loved these stories and always wanted to hear more.
“Come and sit down,” said Aunt Selina to Clara. “I want to hear about your new school and what you’ve been up to.”
“Okay,” said Clara. “Give me a sec to get out of my uniform.” And with that Clara ran upstairs to her room.
On her way there she found Peter sitting on the top step of the stairs looking glum. Unfortunately for him, when visitors came to stay, they slept in his bedroom, and he had to sleep on a camp bed in his parents’ room for the duration. She could tell from his expression that he was not happy with the arrangement.
“Cheer up Pete,” said Clara and patted him on the head on her way past.
Back downstairs Clara chatted with Selina as they set the table for dinner.
Later that evening, while doing homework in her bedroom, Clara mused on the story that Selina had told them over dinner. It was one of their favourites and was about a great-great-great-great-aunt who had a magical ability to shape-shift into the form of animals and had some wonderful magical adventures until, one day, she inadvertently angered some Gypsies who punished her by putting a curse on her.
“The curse,” said Aunt Selina. “Has been passed down through the generations to this day.”
And when the children asked about what the curse entailed their aunt winked conspiratorially and said, “You’ll find out one day.”
This response made the children squeal in delight and they spent the time they were washing and drying the dishes guessing what the curse could be, their suggestions getting more and more fantastical.
Of course, Clara chuckled to herself, she was old enough to know that curses didn’t really exist, but she was thrilled by the mystery, nonetheless. Climbing into bed, Clara decided she was pleased that their aunt was going to be staying with them for a while, so they could enjoy more of her stories.
Clara switched off her bedside lamp and lay in the dark staring at the familiar shadows on her ceiling for a while, before closing her eyes and snuggling down to sleep. While she was normally a good sleeper, it took a long time for her to drop off this night, and when she eventually did fall asleep, she had some thoroughly disturbing dreams. She tossed and turned, restlessly, and then woke up abruptly in the middle of the night covered in sweat, her heart hammering almost out of her chest. Feeling frightened, she sat up and switched on her lamp. She was breathing heavily and shaking a little and she felt disoriented. She tried to remembe
r what she’d been dreaming about.
She had a vague, jumbled memory of being in a dark place where she was running away from something that was chasing her. That was what had woken her up. It was just a bad dream. Clara rarely had bad dreams and wondered what had triggered it. Maybe it was her aunt’s story, she thought; after all, she’d been thinking about it before she went to sleep. Although, the stories had never affected her like that before.
Clara lay back against her pillow and tried to relax. She’d woken up so suddenly, however, that further sleep seemed impossible. Instead, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed over to her window, which she opened to let in some fresh air. Leaning on her windowsill, Clara inhaled a deep lungful of the cool air and exhaled while listening to the wind rustling through the trees at the bottom of the garden. She heard the occasional car on the main road and the intermittent barking of a dog in a nearby garden. It seemed very bright out and Clara looked up into a cloudless sky to see a dazzling full moon leering back at her. An ominous feeling started to develop in the pit of Clara’s stomach causing her to shut the window and close the curtains tightly. She shivered slightly and climbed back into the warm bed. Trying to relax her mind into sleepiness she eventually dozed off into a nightmare free slumber.
***
The next morning, Clara met up with her best friend, Sinead, and they walked to school together. Sinead had been in Clara’s class in junior school and they both went to the same secondary school. Unfortunately, though, they were in different tutor groups and didn’t get to see as much of each other as they used to.
As Clara yawned for the fifth time Sinead turned to her, eyebrows raised.
“What’s up with all the yawning?” she asked.
“It’s nothing,” replied Clara, “I had a nightmare last night that’s all.”
“Ooh, was it scary?” asked Sinead, wide eyed.
“Yes,” said Clara, shivering convulsively. “It woke me up and it took ages to get back to sleep.”
Sinead gave a sympathetic tut as they turned into the school gate.
“See you later?” she asked.
“Yeah, see you later,” responded Clara and they went their separate ways to class.
Clara arrived home that afternoon tired but in generally good spirits as it was Friday. Not only would her dad bring home a DVD for them to watch, but she’d be able to spend some quality time with her aunt over the weekend.
She dumped her schoolbag at the front door, vowing to do her homework on Saturday afternoon rather than leave it until Sunday night, as usual, and changed out of her school clothes.
A little later the family sat down to their Friday night meal of fish, chips and peas before settling down in front of the television to watch the DVD. After the highly entertaining animated film had finished Clara and Peter were sent to bed. Having been allowed to stay up late as a treat, Peter went to asleep almost straight away, but despite feeling shattered after the previous night’s disturbed sleep Clara was unable to drop off, again.
She tossed and turned for a while, hearing her dad go to bed, and then her mum and aunt about half an hour later. Clara tossed and turned some more, threw her duvet off in frustration and then pulled it back up again, and tossed and turned again.
Then she became aware of a faint whispering noise in the dark. Fear crept up her spine and her breathing shallowed. She lay very still and tried to hear where the noise was coming from but when she tried to focus on it – it disappeared – and she could only hear her dad snoring down the hallway. Thinking she must’ve imagined it, she tried to relax and eventually started to doze off. Teetering on the brink between wakefulness and sleeping, the whispering seemed to come to her again as if on a soft undulating breeze. This time she was able to make out distinct words in the whispering voice “...smells...”, “...tasty...”, “...noise...”, but she fell asleep before she could make any sense of it.
Then she was dreaming violently again. As before, she was in a dark place. As before, she was being pursued by something unknown and unseen in the dark. As fast as Clara tried to get away from her pursuer, she could feel it closing in on her. She could feel its rank breath tickling her neck and then ... she was awake, sitting bolt upright, panting and shaking, her hands gripping the duvet tightly. She had left her curtains open and the light from the moon filled her room, distorting ordinary items into eerie shapes and shadows. Shuddering, Clara put on her bedside lamp and waited for the warm light to dissipate her fright.
While calming down, Clara puzzled over what was causing her nightmares. She hadn’t watched a scary TV programme. She wasn’t stressed about anything, what could it be? A long time later, and no closer to solving the mystery, Clara slumped back against her pillow and dozed off.
Clara woke late the next morning sweaty, tired and sluggish. She dressed slowly and clumsily, and trudged down to breakfast, yawning all the way.
“Morning, sleepy-head, didn’t think you were going to join us today. I was about to come and wake you up,” said her mum. “Hungry?” Clara nodded.
“Didn’t sleep very well last night,” she mumbled. Un-noticed by anyone Aunt Selina scrutinised Clara closely over the rim of her mug.
“What are your plans for today?” Clara’s mum asked.
“Going out with Sinead,” Clara mumbled into her cereal, almost too tired to move the spoon from the bowl to her mouth.
“Peter and I are taking Selina shopping later; do you want to come?” Her mum asked.
Clara paused; she was tempted to go shopping so she could spend time with her aunt but then she remembered her schoolbag full of outstanding homework assignments.
“I don’t think so thanks, I’ve homework to do,” said Clara, with another big yawn, and then she fetched her jacket and went out to meet her friend.
Later that afternoon Clara thought about getting her homework out, but her brain was fuzzy, and she didn’t think she could face it.
“I’ll do it tomorrow,” she decided. “Once I’ve had a good night’s sleep.”
She then curled up on the sofa and tried to find something to watch on the TV that wasn’t sport.
That evening, Clara was so tired that she volunteered to go to bed early much to her parents and Peter’s surprise. Her aunt glanced over at her surreptitiously as Clara said her “goodnights” and went off to bed.
Unfortunately, once in bed, she tossed and turned once again, unable to drop off to sleep for the third night in a row. After what felt like hours, Clara jumped angrily out of bed and threw open her window to the night air. It was a cool night and the breeze was refreshing on Clara’s flushed face. The full moon was hidden behind some thick clouds, but Clara could sense it, lurking. Shivering slightly, Clara crawled back under her warm duvet and listened to the sounds outside her open window, hoping they’d lull her to sleep.
“A dog barking, a car, a person kicking a can down the street, another car.” Lying with her eyes closed, Clara identified each sound as she heard it, sighing with frustration as her alarm clock clicked over to one am.
Then a whispering sound impinged on her senses. It didn’t seem to be making any sense at first but then it grew louder and she was able to hear individual words.
“What’s that?” The whisper asked. “No one’s there.” “I’m thirsty.” “Where shall I go?”
Clara’s heart started to race. She sat up and switched her bedside lamp on. With her heart thumping, she looked around her room desperately trying to identify the source of the whisper. She checked her radio alarm clock, which was switched off. The TV downstairs wasn’t on, everyone had gone to bed ages ago. She even checked under her bed wondering if Peter had put something there as a joke.
She bravely pushed the covers back, climbed tentatively out of bed, and tiptoed around the room lifting things up and looking in cupboards and drawers trying to find the source of the whispering. An increasingly frightened and bewildered Clara eventually made her way to the window. She leant out, but couldn’t see or hear a
nyone or anything stirring in the garden ... wait ... what’s that moving in the shadows under the trees? Oh, it’s just a dog.
Clara watched the golden retriever as it snuffled along the fence and stopped outside her house, appearing to stare directly up at Clara’s bedroom window. If she hadn’t known better Clara would’ve said that the dog was smiling at her. I really must be tired, she thought, shaking her head wearily as the dog moved off into the darkness.
“Hmm,” she closed the window and climbed back into bed, clamping her hands over both of her ears. But it didn’t work, she could still hear the whispering. She randomly selected a well-known song and recited the lyrics over and over again, whispering them out loud as well in her head. After the third repetition of the song Clara stopped, and was relieved to find that the whispering voices had disappeared. She sighed with relief. Putting her hand out to turn off her lamp Clara hesitated and then changed her mind. Leaving the light on, she scooted down under the duvet and tucking it tightly under her chin. Worrying about the potential for nightmares or the return of the voices, Clara lay awake for most of the night, only dropping off to sleep a little before dawn. When she woke the following morning she felt completely disoriented, woozy and extremely grumpy.
She was so out of sorts that her parents were genuinely concerned about her. Her mum asked if she had a headache, took her temperature and announced that it was a touch high and Clara should go straight back to bed. Once in bed Clara fell straight to sleep and slept deeply and completely until mid-afternoon when a vicious hunger woke her up. Feeling much more her usual self, she came downstairs and, after assuring her parents that she was feeling much better, Clara wolfed down a plateful of sandwiches.
Feeling full and well slept, Clara decided that the nightmares and voices could be explained by her overactive imagination and, with that thought, she went off to start tackling her pile of homework.
She slept without incident that night and was refreshed for school the following day.
Chapter Two
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