Tom sneezed on his hands. It was a cold and musty night. Everything sat still and quiet.As he tip toed to the large majestic gate he thought why am I here? Then it hit him he was here in a dream to overcome his worst fears.
(a haunted house).As he opened up the rusty gate a loud scraping sound screeched with an ear piercing sound. He scavenged around the area gazing at the pitch black sky.Fog lingered around that slowly crawled down his body. As thunder struck a staggered house appeared from nowhere. He gulped. Bats fluttered and jerked around me as he stumbled over. The wind swept down shutting the door right behind him. he was now stuck… “Aaahhhh,” he tip toed on the creaky planks inside the house that made the house shutter and rattle.He opened the closets door in front of him which brung a pleasant surprise…
As he gleamed up at the disintegrating staircase. He heard a glass smash near him. He thinks he’s not alone.Slowly and cautiously he walked up the rugged staircase.He Looked around the second floor He heard a laughing sound from inside the room beside him. He gets close as he walk inside the room the door shut behind him. As he stares underneath the crack of the puzzling door he sees a hollowing shadow next to him. It steadily moves away, as he huddled underneath the bed holding his breath the door creaks open. ”Hello Tom, its your worst nightmare.”He gasped in shock and naturally reacted by lunging out of the room taking no notice of the creepy character. he jumped down the twisting stairs making his legs bend like never before.He quickly raced to door it slams and locks. “You’re never gonna get out alive Tom” yelled the voice.He peered up the staircase as a shadow slowly comes towards him.
He sprinted into the kitchen looking for any self defense weapons.’I know where you are Tommy boy’. Cries the voice. It gets closer until right in front was a crinkly green arm in the hallway.He knew he needed to move. Starting to run, I hear another yell “I can see you now, little boy.” “Oh, no!!”
He didn’t stop running. “Aahhh,” the voice yells as he gives him a pat down for any money or valuables.
“Tom, tommy, wake up,” Who’s that I think as I slowly open my half asleep eyes. Sweating and needing to pee, I quickly look over myself. Am I dead, am I broken, am I hurt? “Why are you breathing so heavily, Tom?” “ Bad dream Mum, bad dream….”
By Jacob, Blake and Shaquille
(a haunted house).As he opened up the rusty gate a loud scraping sound screeched with an ear piercing sound. He scavenged around the area gazing at the pitch black sky.Fog lingered around that slowly crawled down his body. As thunder struck a staggered house appeared from nowhere. He gulped. Bats fluttered and jerked around me as he stumbled over. The wind swept down shutting the door right behind him. he was now stuck… “Aaahhhh,” he tip toed on the creaky planks inside the house that made the house shutter and rattle.He opened the closets door in front of him which brung a pleasant surprise…
As he gleamed up at the disintegrating staircase. He heard a glass smash near him. He thinks he’s not alone.Slowly and cautiously he walked up the rugged staircase.He Looked around the second floor He heard a laughing sound from inside the room beside him. He gets close as he walk inside the room the door shut behind him. As he stares underneath the crack of the puzzling door he sees a hollowing shadow next to him. It steadily moves away, as he huddled underneath the bed holding his breath the door creaks open. ”Hello Tom, its your worst nightmare.”He gasped in shock and naturally reacted by lunging out of the room taking no notice of the creepy character. he jumped down the twisting stairs making his legs bend like never before.He quickly raced to door it slams and locks. “You’re never gonna get out alive Tom” yelled the voice.He peered up the staircase as a shadow slowly comes towards him.
He sprinted into the kitchen looking for any self defense weapons.’I know where you are Tommy boy’. Cries the voice. It gets closer until right in front was a crinkly green arm in the hallway.He knew he needed to move. Starting to run, I hear another yell “I can see you now, little boy.” “Oh, no!!”
He didn’t stop running. “Aahhh,” the voice yells as he gives him a pat down for any money or valuables.
“Tom, tommy, wake up,” Who’s that I think as I slowly open my half asleep eyes. Sweating and needing to pee, I quickly look over myself. Am I dead, am I broken, am I hurt? “Why are you breathing so heavily, Tom?” “ Bad dream Mum, bad dream….”
By Jacob, Blake and Shaquille