I’m in my bed and I hear the stairs
creaking and the doors opening and closing. I want to fall asleep but I’m too
scared. The owls are hooting at the lonely moon and the stars are just little
specks in the midnight blue sky, as I look out the window. I head downstairs to
get a glass of water. When I walk out of the kitchen I feel a lot calmer. Until
I trip. I look back - there’s nothing I could have tripped on. I stand up,
crying. Something touches my back. I sprint upstairs and hide in the corner of
the room. I can hear something stomping after me. The light flicks on. I can
see a pair of boots. A head looks at me. The shadowy figure moves towards me. I
shake with fear knowing that I can’t do anything. I close my eyes as it approaches
me. When I feel it’s close I open my eyes and notice that it’s not a monster.
It’s Mum asking if I’m alright.
“Yeah I’m fine,” I reply catching my
breath. “Just a bit scared.”
“Ok, try to get to sleep,” Mum says
soothingly. I hop into bed, turn off the light and gently fall asleep.
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