There's a light at the top of the stairs, its harsh glow promises sanctuary. The stairs creak as I step on them, in terror I freeze. In desperation I listen for any sounds of movement. Relieved I hear nothing. Carefully I take another step. I freeze again as the steps creak, not daring to look at anything other than the beckoning radiance. A third step, the noise louder this time. I don't stop, I run up the stairs. I race towards the light, my feet thunderous, pounding in the dark. The sudden hand is cold against my ankle. I fall.
by Lizzie Tidey (11)
Central Primary School, Inverness
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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