Wednesday, 15 October 2014

By Finn

Once there was a boy.  He had a friend called Jake, but his name was Mik.

They went into the wood and they found a man-kind-of-made cave.  When they went inside the door slammed behind them. They saw two glowing red eyes, then a werewolf leapt out of the darkness and grabbed Jake.

Mik wanted to help him but he sprinted off as the werewolf teared Jake apart in a bloody mess.

As Mik ran, he spotted a spooky, mysterious house.  So he thought “At least it will be a good place to stay warm.”  So he went to it and trotted inside.  It was dark and messy.

He walked about, exploring the place as he heard screams and scoffs (as though someone was eating someone else) that echoed in his ears.

“Heeeeeelp me!” it shouted.

He jumped into the room prepared to rescue anybody there, but all he saw was darkness and then a flash of a wing was revealed in the light and there in front of him he saw blood thirsty vampire with saliva leaking from his lips.

The last thing he saw was a flash of blackness and the crunching feeling of teeth cutting his throat.  And peeking out of his eye he saw the vampire who said “Gooda night” as he walked out of the room laughing hysterically.

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant, but very gruesome story ... the next Stephen King maybe?


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