Tuesday, 27 May 2014

The little old ghost

As I walk down the foot path I shiver in the cold dark street no one to be seen nothing to be heard just my shadow reflecting on the concrete foot path, I flick up my hoodie onto my freezing cold head with only my dark brown hair covering it. Looking down at my bright pink shoes I hear a strange sound coming from the big forested bush. I stand still with fear running down my spine, as I look carefully I see eyes staring directly at me, when I realize it was just a big fat possum. 

Jogging back home I can feel the stitch coming through my stomach,the pain spreads all over my body. My hands freeze as I jog through the dark deep forest where all the birds are singing their little voices proudly. I run only hearing the birds singing and the crunches of the leaves and bark when I run on them. I see a cabin close to home so I went to check it out. 

when I got there I pulled the door but it was locked, looking  past the gate I spot the open window. I run and smell something like a cherry pie hmmm I say. Climbing in the window I heard footsteps I quickly hide inside the kitchen cupboard. Peeking through the little hole in the cupboard I see an old lady humming a familiar song, wait this was the song my mother used to sing to me when I was a little girl, when I went to look at her face she had vanished away it's like she had to go somewhere. I tiptoe out of the cupboard and peek down the hall where could she be I thought quietly walking to the rooms she was gone, that's when I thought about it a bit smarter "oh no" I say is she a ghost I thought. 

Oh no!! I can hear her humming that when I knew I was in deep deep TROUBLE!!!! 

                            Part 2 coming soon.... 

1 comment:

  1. Hi Brooklyn

    I like your blog post it really hooks the Audience, I can't wait for part 2.


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