DECEMBER COMPETITION
It was a windy day, the trees were dancing,
papers were flying and it seemed as if they were all dancing to the rhythm of
music. I was stuck inside watching my environment from my room’s window. Though
I could go outside and play, but my mummy told me to stay inside my room for
being a nuisance to her earlier that day.
Soon after,
I noticed a short man in what seemed to be a green trench coat. I quickly
turned my attention to him and what he was doing. He had a stern look and was
stroking his beard as if he was giving a signal to someone. He saw me and
stared at me with the scariest and most frightening look I have ever seen.
Suddenly he pointed at me and I swiftly bent down below my window. When I
looked up again, I saw him just at my window pressing his face on the glass. I
bent down again and came up with a base ball bat but he was nowhere to be
found.
As the popular
saying goes “Curiosity killed the cat” that was the situation at hand. I ran
out of the house and followed him as soon as I spotted him. I followed him into
the abandoned duplex down the street. The paint of the duplex had peeled off;
you could hardly recognize the original color. The flowers were dead and the
gate was broken. Mum had told me it belonged to an old man who left the place
and never came back. People called the place the haunted house and avoided it,
but that day I was not afraid. I got closer and realized that some of the
windows were broken and others missing.
As I stepped into the sitting room, I
noticed something strange; there were blood stains all over the room; on the
wall, chair and the floor. I saw the stair case and I wanted to know where it leads
to. I climbed up and saw a hallway with different rooms, to my left was the
kitchen and on a table I saw a knife with dry blood. Then something caught my
eyes. It was the handwriting on the wall “YOU ARE NEXT” I ran out of the
kitchen and ran down the stairs as fast as my short legs could take me. I
finally saw the front door open, but as I was about to go out, the door was
slammed shut. I heard a voice saying “Where do you think you are going?” I
turned and tried to look for another exit. All of a sudden I was face to face
with the man I saw earlier with the same coat. He opened his hood and I saw
that an eye was missing; he was wearing an eye patch. He brought out a pen knife from his pocket
and was walking towards me. I backed away slowly not turning my back either.
Suddenly I decided to run upstairs. I went into a room and I saw a broken
window and shattered glass all over the ground. I summoned `enough courage to
jump out of the window, not knowing the guy was already waiting downstairs for
me. As I jumped blindly, I fell into his arms. He brought out the same knife
and was about to stab me. Then I heard my name, “Chidi! Chidi! Chidi! Wake up!
It was my mum’s voice and I was on my bed. I was so relieved but I narrated
everything to my mum.
words to check up in the Dictionary
slammed
summoned
nuisance
stroke
curiosity
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ReplyDeleteFrom Adriel Alamina (7years old, 08023336138):
ReplyDeleteSuggested Title- Chid’s nightmare
The title should be''The Haunted House'' [Ifiemi Marcus, 8 years old, 08033090064]
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ReplyDeleteFrom Sharon Joseph - The title is The Dream.(Eight years old.) (08038814080)
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