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Jessica Beales 13
The wind howled viciously as if screaming out warnings. “Go home! It’s not safe!” but you
won’t hear. You won’t hear the thing that could save your life because you can’t accept the
fact that your time is up. I’m sitting on the swings in the corner of the playground.
Nobody’s here- until the gate creaks open. Looking up, startled, a young boy comes in. His
hard, sad face is unhealthily pale. He’s wearing a wet, filthy suit. There’s something not
right about him. Something unhuman. His eyes were blood red, like fire. He looks at me
sharply. I wanted to run, but I can’t. It’s like I’m glued to the swing. Suddenly, I can hear
the loud crunching sound of the crisp leaves. The sound got faster and faster as the seconds
ticked by. Not that I knew it then, but they were my last! To my right, the boy was
sprinting towards me. I struggle, but I still can’t get up. I start to cry when screaming out,
“Help! Help! Help!” Just as the monster was about to get me, something runs out from the
bushes at an incredible speed and knocks the boy over. My saviour makes a horrible, brutal
end of his life. He got up, away from the body and jogs to me. I thought that he was going to
help me get up, but I was wrong. Instead, he jumps on me, wraps its claws around the soft
flesh of my neck and…
Agony!
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