Each night, a small voice roamed around the unoccupied corridors of Hazelwood Manor. Floorboards creaked in the moonlit rooms. When the sun rose, we assumed we were safe, but were we? Peculiar sounds came from the basement: crashes, screams and mysterious footsteps. The Manor House was a titanium safe; nothing could get in, nothing could get out.
That night, as I crept into bed, a distinctive click told me that the doorknob had turned... Shadows of ragged horns appeared on my dull carpet. Slowly, I tucked my head under, my heart suddenly stopped beating as the almighty howl overwhelmed me!
by Flora Miskin-Young (11)
Queniborough CE Primary School, Leicester
Competition - Once Upon A Time
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