It was a dark night in September. I was in the living room, watching a horror movie. It was a very scary movie. A few minutes later, I looked at my neighbor’s house through the window to lose the fear. But suddenly, I saw something moving among the tall bushes. It heightened my fear. I was very scared, so I turned off the TV and went to bed. My bedroom is upstairs. I slowly stepped on the stairs and climbed the staircase, but it made a creepy sound. I ran to my bedroom, jumped onto the bed, and covered my face with the cool pillow, which was my favorite. Suddenly, I woke up. I heard a strange sound from downstairs, like the breaking of glass. I sat up in bed and took the broom for my safety. I descended slowly and went to the kitchen. Oh my God, the window was broken. I turned back and saw something moving under my mother’s bed. My heart rate increased. I held the broom tightly and went closer. I heard a noise under the bed, as in the movies that I had seen before. Oh, it was only a small cat. Silly me, I was afraid of a little cat. I went back to bed. But wait, this is the scariest part of the story. On the way to the bedroom, I saw some drops of blood on the floor. I followed them. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were blood drops in my room. I was really scared now.

By Aken Withanage – Grade 9