The hole in the house
The house was dull and alienated. I stood outside of it shocked and scared. I
stepped inside the house, close behind my friend Osbat. The old creaky door
slammed shut, I was going to scream but didn't want my friend to think I was a wimp.
Just when I thought nothing could get creepier, I was wrong, very wrong…
“CRASH!” This time we both jumped and ran for the door. Osbat said “there will be
another way out” I shouted “BACK DOOR!”
As we ran, I tripped up from a gap in the floor. Osbat came to help me, but someone
or something was pulling me in. I could tell that Osbat’s grip was getting loose and …
he let go.
I fell down the hole, it took forever to hit the ground. Osbat saw something red and
shining next to the hole I fell in. He pressed the button and wooden ladders dropped
leading down the hole I fell in.
He climbed down then shook me “you alright mate?” he said.
Shocked that I was still alive I forced my eyes open. I felt dizzy and sick. Osbat
pulled me up
“come on let's see if they have a back door”.
We started to climb the old, wooden ladders, when suddenly something grabbed me
and Osbat’s leg and pulled us. Whatever was pulling us was very strong,
I looked down to my leg and saw a dark green, bony hand that had tight hold of my
leg, it looked as if it wasn’t going to let go any time soon.
I was getting tired of struggling and screaming, I gave up.
I let go, I let the beast take me. Osbat shouted “you can’t give up, please don’t let
go”.
It was as if I had no choice, I couldn’t struggle through this nightmare any more,
maybe someone will save me. But the chances of that was very unlikely.
I hit the ground, except that's what I thought. I opened one eye and I hadn’t woke up
from my nightmare, the nightmare didn’t get better, a hero didn’t come.
The nightmare just got worse.
Charlotte Cuthbertson