Clambering down the stairs, I was expecting to hear the usual racket of my
siblings, I noticed an unexpected situation. Unusually, everything was empty –
all the sofas were vacant, the TV was unused, there was not a single spill of
cereal. Astonished, I rapidly searched the house. How was this possible? As
empty as a robbed room, not a single soul was present; however, there was no
mess that the ‘robbers’ had created. Unbolting the door, I peered outside:not a
single person or passer-by in sight. No cars, motorbikes, bicycles, trucks, lorries
– I was bewildered : where was everybody? A tear rollled down my cheek.
I wouldn’t let my cacaphony of distressing emotions consume me – I wiped
away the tears and a wave of determination overpowred my fear. My stomach
rumbled. I hadn’t eaten for hours – and I knew just the thing to feast on. Rolling
a stretch of dough, I grabbed a bottle of tamato ketchup and hastily squirted it
on the circle of dough. Next I sprinkled cheese which engulfed the ketchup.
Gleefully, I sprinkled sweetcorn in a semi-circular shape – a yellow set of rotten
teeth. Two onion pieces for the eyebrows, tamatoe for the eyes and a capsicum
for the nose. After feasting on the master handi-work, I slumped upstairs onto
bed. I had hardly slept and my head was throbbing with pain.
Time and hours passed by, I slept until evening, in between I had the temptation
to play on my Xbox and I couldn’t resist the urge. I accidentally spent a major 4
hours on minecraft which contributed to the constant pain in my head.
As night arrived, I restlessly rolled on my bed. Screeching down from above;
roaring like an enraged bull challenging its adversary, thunder unleashed a
deafening scream. I was petrifiied, where was everyone, what happened why is
it so dark? Many thoughts raced through my mind and my heart throbbed with a
cacaphony of emotions which consumed me. Cauitiously, I crawled out of my
bed and climbed towards the window, pressing my nose onto the window
creating a thin coat of condensation. Lightning stretched her gnarled fingers
towards the ground, beleaguring the shuddering plantation. Clouds which
marched across the sky, in the middle of a turbulent tempest, spitted pellets of
numbing, clear torrents which lashed onto the window. Creating a squelchy
ground, riotous rain pitter-pattered on the ground.
Venturing into the gloomy garden of uncanny strangers and plants, I was
enticed out of my house : I was eager to explore the surroudings. As I opened
the door, a strange scene was surrouding my house. A forest – surrounded by a
veil of mysterious mist swirling in the whining wind – it had suddenly grown
around the house. Intrigued by the luminous light which enlightened the
otherwise gloomy forest, creeped through the mysterious school of wonderous
secrets and magic and out into the forest- only the dim-light which was emitting
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from the forest gave me the light to survive. Sauntering into the gloomy forest, I
was barely able glimpse the gnarled trees which were cloaked in mist like
ghostly, stooped phantoms, producing gloomy silhouettes of soulless statues,
which were enclosing around me - approaching me and confining me to lean on
prickling thorns and brambles in order to escape the towering trees. The
clutches of this claustrophobia had me startled.
Without warning, a deafening, haunted howl emerged from amongst the eerie
silence of the wood, rippling through the gloomy atmosphere compelling
imminent victims of the lurking wolf to freeze terror. Startled, a shiver of
trepidation coiled around my spines – the startling shiver felt like sinister
serpents were spewing terror that engulfed me and penetrated my mind. The
wind gushed, feeling as though the chilling skin of snakes lurked in my clothes
causing the cold rather than the wind itself. Everything seemed uncanny and felt
as if it was watching me – everything was alive : the wispy mist was the obscure
shield hauled by a spirit, preventing me from penetrating the tangle of gnarled
trees; the gushing wind was howling; the only solitary emerald leaves were
spying on me, its imprints being the pupils and changing directions which
followed me everywhere, and the merciless vines strangling the tree stumps that
stuck itself out in order to trip me over.
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