Deep within the asylum, a full moon glowing, stood a girl in white facing the wall. As Jack the asylum guard approached her, she slowly turned, opening her mouth. The guard turned to run for his life as he was already shaking. She showed the guard images of him falling down a hill, with a bucket striking his head, killing him instantly. The guard screamed and ran, hitting his head on the wall. Jack woke up. It was all a dream. He ran out to fetch a pail of water and he fell. The bucket struck his head, killing him...
by Joseph Dace-Browne (12)
The Dorcan Academy, Swindon
Competition - Grim Tales
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