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Thursday, 26 March 2009
08:50:23 PM (GMT)
It took me around half hour to write this really so um... hope yhoo ebjoy it peeps.

He stood at the front door of the mansion, and looking back at his 3 friends
standing
behind a bush, Damian started to regret agreeing to this dare. Earlier that
afternoon,
himself and his friends had been playing dares, when Liam had dared him to play
'Ding-Dong-Ditch' on the most haunted place in the city. He rang the bell, and was
about
to turn and run, when the door swung open and a wrinly grey hand crept out and
grabbed
him by the grubby blue collar of his school shirt. His friends gasped, and wanted to
run
away, but also wanted to see what became of their friend, so they hovered behind a
garden
shed and took it in turns to watch as Damian was dragged in.

Inside the house was dark, cold, and damp, and the carpet beneath his worn trainers
crunched as he walked. What had grabbed him had by now vanished. He turned around to
try
and leave, but came face to face with a huge padlock and shiny silver chains, locking
the
heavy oak door he had just been pulled in through. Terrified, he pulled out his
moblie
phone to check the time, and to possibly use as a torch so he could find a way out.
'Low
Battery' the display flashed. Then, however, he heard screaming noises from
somewhere
outside.

That very moment, his 3 friends were sitting outside wondering what had become of
Damian,
when a black, cloaked figure crept up behind them and killed them all with a pistol,
and
solid gold bullets. The figure dragged them up to the attic and bit their necks,
lapping
up their warm, deep red blood with it's long black tongue.

Damian's eyes had adjusted to the light, and he looked around. Suddenly, he heard a
long,
loud, high pitched howl from the room to his left. Slowly, he walked towards the
door. He
grabbed the shining golden doorknob and twisted it, carefully pushing the door open.
On
the other side, there was a small girl, with dark black hair, plae skin, and wearing
an
extremely old fashioned dress. She stood stone still, and Damian approached her
slowly.
This however, was a huge mistake. She spun around, eyes glowing, teeth bared, and
ready
to strike. He quickly backed out of the room and pulled the door shut, panting.

He walked around the house quickly, deperately searching for a way out, before that
'girl' got him. He headed up the staircase, when he came across the dark, cloaked
figure,
bearing a rope and a heavy metal pole... Damian screamed, and tried to run, but the
figure
grabbed him, kept him still while it tied him up then beat him with the pole until he
gave
up and was able to be dragged to the attic. He was tied to a chair, when the figure
flicked on a light, and Damian could see his friend's corpses, lying on the floor,
blood
dripping from their necks. He knew what his fate was, he groaned, and spewed all over
the
floor at the very thought of his like ending in such a horrific way. 

The figure leant over him, and it's dazzling white fangs glittered. Damian took one
last
breath, and the figure dug it's teeth into his neck.

copyright 2009 @ Alys Jones

Comments 
selenagomezurthebest says:   26 March 2009   294246  
cool!story!
 
‹♥•;just;me;myself;and i;•♥› says :   27 March 2009   766687  
uh huh  i was bored. it's my english hmk :P
 

 
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