viernes, 29 de octubre de 2010

Pre-elected story. Literature Contest 2010

The Last Door

It was a dark rainy night in August, when we were moving to our new house.
We were five in our family: dad, mum, Jane- my little sister-, our grandma and I. When I crossed the front door I had a spine-chilling feeling.

My mum suggested going to our rooms to sleep because we had travelled 78 kilometers between my old house and the new one. We were very tired, especially my dad who had driven all the way. After I put on my pajamas, my mum kissed me and I went to bed. I remember it was the worst night of my life. Between 1 am and 5 am I heard a lot of noises coming from the attic. The first ones seemed like people shouting and screaming, and then I heard some steps.

The next morning I told this to my family. But they told me that I was crazy so I got very angry and I went to my bedroom where I cried all afternoon. But I started to hear the noises again so I made silence. Suddenly someone opened the door to my room and I got frightened. Luckily, it was my sister, who told me she had heard the noises too. We spent a few hours planning how we were going to get into the attic to solve this mystery.

After dinner, we told our family we were very tired and that we wanted to go to bed. We took a racquet for my sister and some scissors for me in case we had to defend ourselves from an attacker. Then we went down the hall to the last door, which had a staircase that took us to the attic. We went up the stairs slowly and when we finally got into the attic we heard a sound similar to the one beasts usually make. My sister ran away, but I stayed there only lit by the light coming from the corridor. I felt a breath near me so I moved my arms and attacked in that direction. The “thing” got over me and a liquid started to wet my face. It was spittle. So I pushed the “thing” to the light and I saw what it was. It was a little dog!

It was very hungry so I went to the kitchen to look for some food and water. It ate very fast and it let me caress it. I told my family what I had done and I asked them if I could keep the dog. They answered that it was OK.
Nowadays I still have the dog and it’s my best friend. His name is Dracula because he had scared me a lot!


Pen name: Andy Escaberton
Category B

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