Thomas

It was a very creepy and mysterious dark night. So dark out that you could barely see your hand in front of your face. So dark out that your eyes start seeing stuff that isn’t even there. So quiet that you could hear a pin drop. So quiet that your mind starts playing tricks on you. Then, I started hearing footsteps behind me. I began to walk faster. The footsteps are getting faster. I began to jog. The footsteps start to sprint, so I sprint. Faster! Faster! Faster! I could hear his deep dark panting coming up behind me. His shoes creaking every step along the way. Then, I hear them fade as I go faster. Then, nothing… I’m all alone as I’m running. I turn the corner and hear the bushes rustling, so I go faster. Someone grabs me. I turn around swinging in fury from how scared I am at this point. I feel the collision of my hand to his face. His skin is rough. I can feel it right there in my hand. As he lets go, I break away. I can hear his eerie screech…his creepy moan. I get to the front door, run upstairs and hide under my bed. My mom, Shannon, asked me what is wrong. I told her in a very descriptive way. She assured me that I am okay now. I got a shiver up my spine. I looked out my window. The bushes are rustling. I call my mom and ask her to sleep in my room. She looked at my face and could tell that I was not kidding. She could see the fear in my eyes. I went to school the next day. Being that I take the train to school, I had to walk to the station. I got on and stayed on the train until the conductor announced, “All off for Spooky Town.” I was hoping that my ride home would be just as uneventful as the morning ride. However, I get out of school at five and the darkness brings about scary thoughts. After school, I get on to the train feeling safe. When I get off, I don’t take my normal route through the dark street. I go through an abandoned house. I hear something…a little girl crying. I go towards the sound and I see her! Being that I am the only person here with her, I ask, “Are you okay?” She replied, “I’m scared.” I say, “Where’s your parents?” She said, “I don’t know, but I know where I last saw them.” I followed the little girl. She turned the corner. I turned the corner after her. Something happened. She wasn’t there! I call out, “Where are you?” “I’m over here.” She answered. I can hear an echo throughout the house so I don’t know which way to go. “Follow my voice.” So, I walk. I go up the stairs. Once again, she says, “I am here.” This time, she says it in a creepy voice that sent a deep shiver up my spine, making me not want to go. I go anyway. The second set of stairs lead me to the attic. There are three doors in the attic. I go into one and out pops a black cat trying to claw at my face. “ HHHISSSSSSSSS .”  The cat’s paw is now in the air getting ready to claw me again with its razor sharp nails. My eyes are squinting as I get ready for the next hit. I can’t get it off until I fall on the floor and hear a squeak. A little toy mouse has now caught the cat’s interest. Behind the next door lies a family of rabid raccoons. I try to back up slowly but the protective mother and father think I’m after the babies. They attack me with all their might. One is on my back and one is on my face. As I’m backing up, I hit the wall. Luckily, a nail was poking out from the old attic wall and punctured the raccoon that was on my back…right through the head! I take the raccoon that is on my face, spin around and throw it. It went right through the window and landed on an old rusty rake. It died instantly on contact. I open up the last door and see the small girl. She is singing a creepy song…// somebody is going to get you //. //You better watch out.// I get in closer and hear her whisper a little something. She says, “Come closer.” I take the risk of going a little closer. At this point, I’m close enough to hear her heart beat, or is that mine? It must be mine. I’m so scared. My heart is pounding. Thump. Thump. Thump. [Move in closer to audience. Be sure that everything is quiet. Coach will scare audience. ] I wake up. My heart is pounding. It’s so hard for me to breathe. [Breathe really hard.] It was all a terrible nightmare!