Writing

Thursday 19th November

He looked around but the only thing he could see was pitch black. The shadow was gone, but it felt like it was still there. Outside the window was the sky with bright stars shining. Then the boy had an idea. He decided to jump out the window and run away. But there was a big problem, his house was on the 7th floor in an apartment. He thought about it and finally he had an soloution. He digged through his treasure box and pulled out a neverending rope. The boy tied one end firmly on to the hook next to the window. To try that is was strong enough, he pulled it with all his strength. Luckily it stayed on. Slowly he opened the window and through the rope out the window. He waited until it reached the bottom. Now it was time for a big risk. Carefully the boy went out the window, holding tightly onto the rope. One by one his foot started to climb down the builiding. He was hanging in front of the 5th floor window when, he saw the other end of the rope falling down. The rope had ripped apart! He screamed "AARRRRRGGGHHH!!!" as he fell towards the floor... TO BE CONTINUED...




Wednesday 18th November

Slowly and silently a shadow of death crept towards the boy. He was in his bed, as still as a statue. It came closer and closer to him and finally it stopped in front of the  door. The boy kept his mouth dead, shut. Suddenly, BOOM!!! Someone had kicked the door open. The boy covered himself with his blanket, shaking in fear. Ground squeaked as the shadow approached towards him. All kinds of questions filled his head. Am I going to die like this? Who is it? Why did it come to me? Is it a ghost? Or is it actually... he stopped. There was a touch on his blanket. He peeked out the blanket but there was nothing there. PHEW! he said to himself in relief. The boy tiptoed towards the door when, SLAM!! the door slammed shut. He tried to open it but it was locked. There was no way out, he was trapped... TO BE CONTINUED...