"It was about mid-night.
"Tommy!!!!Get OOOOUUUTTTT!" I screeched.
Written by Becca, 12, Maryland.
what i saw took my breathe away.
Written by Missi, 17, New York.
i leaped in the air, a scream stuck in my throat as i spun around. But
there was no one there. at least no one i could see.
Written by Sarah, 19, New Zealand.
I quickly realized that this was a bad move. I must face this evil
killer. I switched on the light.
Written by C, 28, Australia.
Lying in my bed, I heard a smash and a shatter of glass from downstairs.
Footsteps along the corridor, now coming up the stairs.
My forehead sweating and my body shaking all over, I pulled my cover over my head and prayed not to be harmed.
Footsteps on the landing.
I peered in to the darkness of my room, too frightened to breathe.
My bedroom door slowly opened..."
Tommy grinned and ran out of my
room. Before he got all the way out I punched him. He still grinned.
'wierdo..' I thought as I walked to my closet.
There was a slight breeze. The window was broken!
'Tommy...' I thought.
I ran to my closet, and threw open the door to
find my baseball bat.
I screamed and abandoned all thoughts of getting the
baseball bat as I stared at the cold lifeless body of my little brother Tommy.
I took his pulse. He was dead.
"Oh, Tommy," I whispered. "Who did this to you?"
And then it hit me.
The grinning boy.
Some one had broken in
and killed Tommy!
I streaked downstairs but stopped at the foot of the stairs to
let out a piercing scream at the horror that I beheld.
there in the middle of my kitchen floor was the beanstalk from jack and the beanstalk.
as i went to it i realized that someone was still in the house with me.
the hairs on the back of my neck rose as the room got colder.
i stepped backwards but felt a slimy hand drop to my
shoulder.
i was scared.
i saw a shadow move out of
the corner my eye. my breathing was ragged and my heart felt like it would burst
from my chest.
i began backing towards the door
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