Youngsters’ Forum

The Cellar

September 25th, 2007

Have a good read of this macabre story and find out what is different about it? Who gets murdered, for instance.

It was a dark and stormy night. There was thunder and lightning which you could see for miles. There was a house in the distance. You could see only the large heavy door and a few windows that had been boarded up. The door was wide open and a clock could be seen ticking at the other end of the big long hall which was decorated the way the 1960s would have been. And only a table was in the hall, standing under the large ticking clock which looked like it was brought from a charity shop.

There was a humming coming from what seemed to be an old living room with cobwebs and dust everywhere, and on the floor was a cover and a funny shape under it. Then I took the cover off and found a gun and a knife. I picked the gun up and it was loaded.

There was a red light coming from the floor. I crept downstairs, and I entered what seemed to be a cellar. The cellar had blood, blood and more blood.. There was a door, so I went through it. Then the door slammed behind. I turned around and saw the beast, with blood all over him. I screamed until I couldn’t scream no more, and that time had come. I stopped screaming and fell to the ground in shock. The next minute I was strapped into a chair and he was standing in front of me wit his machete up to my neck. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t do any harm. Please let me go. Please.”

“Shut up!” he sharply replied.

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologising.”

And I tried to scream again but I was never to be seen again.

About a week after I was discovered, the man had gotten a life sentence in a high maxim prison for psychos.

And then my uncle was in the same prison and killed the man.

Alana. Woodside School

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