 SCARY
by Desmond Norris
My story begins in a house. A big house.
An old man, a cat and a kid lived in the house. The kid was named Desmond.
If you guessed the kid was me then you are right. Now let me tell you what happened.
I was playing with my brothers, Brad and Zeke. Just then, it rained. Then we heard lightning. We rushed to the house and it was on fire. The windows were shattered. We had no place to stay.
Then we heard a noise... YEEEEEARP!
I was scared.
When I turned around, my brothers were gone, and all I could see was two red splotches and some claw marks.
I knew I was next. I started running fast, then I heard the sound again. I knew it was closer. I ran faster than ever. I could feel it breathing down my neck so I turned around and punched it. I thought it was dead, but all I saw was some green goo.
That night, when I was sleeping, I woke up. I saw a face and I screamed!
I knew it was back.
Then I knew I had to risk my life in a fight. I knew the fight was either death or life.
Now let us go back into the story. Remember the cat? Well, I don't want to spoil it, so let's get back to the story.
When I turned around, all I saw was the cat.
Now remember the claw marks?
Reader, don't be scared, but it is a mystery.
But don't worry; don't scream.
The thing won't get you unless... you think about it.
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