This week we wrote a narrative about a picture relating to Halloween. Have fun reading!
One cold, dark night I was wandering through the forest with my friend. We come across a barn like, 2 storey house. The house was old and creaky, when the cold air blew. My white Adidas trainers was covered in a thick, sticky, brown mud that sploshed and splashed as I walk through the forest. I reach the house. The door opened. A man stopped. “Ahhhhhhhhh” he screamed as he fell to the ground and behind him an ugly man with a knife laughed and limped towards me. My friend screams and I know instantly he got caught. He yelled, “run, tell my…”, I heard a bang and blood shooting out. I start running, the wind howling at my face. I turn around. My friend lying on the ground helpless and dead . The other man was slow and was running then he stopped, and rummaged through his pocket to find a slingshot, (how was it in there??!!) loaded with round metal balls. He fires and it narrowly misses me. I duck behind a tree catching my breath. He walks past, muttering under his breath “I will catch that boy”. I run back to the house but I trip. No. He realises I tripped. He fires another ball. Twang! I realise I was caught in a fallen branch. I wriggle and hear a deafening snap. It wasn’t the branch. It was my ankle, clutching at it I silently scream. I realise that I have either broken my ankle or fractured it. I suddenly think about my friend. We could both die here this same night! I put that out of my mind and force myself to run. I run limping, my ankle dangling as I run, well I kinda hobble my way to the house thinking that I shouldn’t of gone adventuring. Then I realise. My phone, it’s usually in my left pocket but I wasn’t. I turn around, the phone is lying on the ground, ringing. The man picks it up and hurls it towards me. I end up grabbing it with all my mite. I slide the answer button, I was a fraction of a second away from help. Then it returned to my home screen with a notification reading. Hi, where r u, looking for u. Please ring me back.
Mum.
My phone is suddenly smashed by another ball as it hits my phone. He was probably 5 or 6 metres behind me now, showing his ugly face with missing teeth and an awkward looking nose. I goose-step and sprint, well limped and a bit of tango-like running. He stopped and brought out what seemed like lollies but I don’t think they were. Simply put, they were poison covered in royal blue Starburst lollies. Designed to drug me so this man could probably kill me. I stopped to examine him. He looked familiar. Before I was here I was in town, at Burger King. He was in a Burger King uniform. Instantly I knew who it was. His name was Ric Harden, brother to NBA star James. Those two are completely opposite. Ric seemed to work 24/7 at Burger King. He obviously wasn’t cooking burgers at this time. He was a murderer, who works for a major food chain and his brother is MVP in the NBA. Wow. He was know dressed head to toe in dark green hunting kit, not hunting deer, but hunting kids! I start to think about my friend. He got killed by a murderer, adding to his total. I start running towards the house. Again. My plan was, grab my friend, sling him over my shoulder like a fireman and run towards the rising sun in hope of finding someone. I am running out of energy and and dying for food and water. This guy would not offer me any of those things. Then I see my friend still in the same position. I snatch him from the ground and run for the sun. The man sees me and gets to the house to open a rusty garage door to find a Kawasaki KLF 220. He revs it and makes his way for me. What will I do. The quad has a top speed of 70-80 km hr, I cannot outrun that. I am terrified and I’m sure my friend would be to. He is eyeing me up and I don’t have time to look at him. I know it probably doesn’t work but I should try being as aerodynamic as I can. But unfortunately my friend weighs around 50-55 Kg but he seems a whole load heavier because I am out of energy and tired. The quad bike is getting closer and I start to slow down. Yes. In the distant I see a few torchlights. I run towards them in hope of being someone. I think I’m dreaming. Nah. I scream. “HELP!”. The next minute they start running towards me. “Mate, we’ll come and get you!”. 1 minute later I see people dressed in black saving me and my dead friend. Then Ric is escorted into a police van. I pass out from it all.
I groan as I wake up in a dirty cell. A man is at the door. “Come out, I need an interview”. He asks me a heap of questions. Then he brings me out and I walk out onto a street. “ The guy is serving his time” The man says. I’ll drop you home. I hop into his Rolls Royce. We drive to my house. I am welcomed by my family and feel way better. Then I go into full detail of my adventure.
THE END
