A Terrifying Night
With the sky looking ominous, the darkened clouds leaked. It lashing down extremely fiercely. As the ferocious wind was blowing, the front door of the abandoned tree house was opened by a black figure. “Who is he?” I thought with my heart pounding getting quicker and quicker. I took another look.
It was eight o’clock on an Autumn evening and I was just going for a late walk on the long windy path through the trees. The trees, that were around fifteen metres tall, danced in the angry breaths of the sky. I peered over. BANG! Panting anxiously, I sneaked behind the nearest bush (just in time). I was terrified; my hands were shaking. Slowly, the mysterious figure approached.
Shuffling back, I needed to make a run for it. I rose to my feet, and stumbled swiftly to the tree house. As I nervously pushed the creaky door open, I murmured under my breath, “He must be gone, is he?” Inside there were various things: spiders, rattling planks of wood and many creatures scuttling across the floor. The empty as space, cobweb-invaded room was the same as before. Steadily and awaringly, I tiptoed in. I wasn’t afraid. Until...
CRASH! I saw no more.
