The clock struck 12. It was a stormy night when Fred went to visit. He knocked on the door, no one answered. He walked in cautiously. It looked very suspicious as if someone had broken in. He walked into the bedroom where his friend slept, it was just pitch-black. Fred heard a noise downstairs. He ran to see what was there, he looked around - nothing. He shouted his friend's name, nothing. A dark shadow formed on the wall moving towards the doorway. His friend's clothes dangled from the door frame, his name on the wall in blood. Adam!
by Mitchell White (10)
Cam Woodfield Junior School, Dursley
Competition - Once Upon a Time
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