Wednesday, June 13, 2012
On The Night Of Horror
Something brushed up against my foot and my surprise turned to horror as I looked down and saw that I was in a haunted house with Tom. Tom, the baby, was going near a room. I quickly held Tom’s shoulders and then I told Mosa, my friend, “I’m scared!” He replied back “I am too!”. We started screaming, “HELP, HELP, HELP” but no one replied. When I looked down, Tom wasn't there. I got scared. I saw him in the passage, walking. I told Mosa to get him.
I hear some noise coming from upstairs. I sneaked upstairs to see what was going on and I heard someone talking on a phone. I peeked and saw him and he was tall. His name was Joe and he had bushy hair.
As I went down I heard the door open by itself. I ran out with Mosa but Tom got lost. We did not care for the baby. I hid at the back of the bushes because I saw someone going in a car and I did not know where I was. I was terrified and scared.
When I was walking down the street some strange person said to me “Come here boy, I’ll give you a ride home.” I was talking to Mosa about the baby about what will we say to our mum. Mosa said, "We should tell her that we lost him." I asked, “Will it work?” I was feeling sad.
I knew we could not solve the problem. Everyday we went to the haunted house and one day the door opened by itself. Tom came out and I ran up to him and give him a big hug.