Cutting and whipping him relentlessly as he madly tore through the undergrowth, the thick, twisting branches and roots bullied Will into submission; obscuring his escape while he desperately clawed through the woodland void. Ripping the eerie midnight silence, an ancient, primal roar rumbled out of the dense, green abyss. Suddenly, rooted in place, dread transformed his face. It became a clammy and sickly alabaster; skin fading to a spectral white. Behind him, the bark of an ancient oak twisted and writhed, splitting to reveal jagged blood-soaked jaws: its malicious Cheshire grin indulged in the scent of terror and imminent doom.
by Louis Hamilton (15)
Bohunt School, Liphook
Competition - Spine-Chillers
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