Where Am I?
By Paige
age 11years old
It was a miserable wet day and I was walking home through
the woods. I hate walking through the woods it takes forever to get home, but it
was a no no to go the way I usually go as the road was closed. The woods are a
scary place and I’m not the type of person who gets lost all the time, but I
was. I’ve no idea how long I’d been walking, but it felt like hours. It seemed
like more hours had past and you know what, I was definitely lost.
Suddenly, I tripped over a massive tree root.
‘Ow,’ I screamed. I looked down and saw blood oozing out of my damaged leg.
Bright red blood flooded into my sock. ‘Oh my goodness,’ I cried and bent down
to try clean the mess up. Like something out of a horror film, the branch poked
out of my leg. The cut was extremely painful and it was make worse as I’d cut
my hand on the branch sticking out of my leg. Now my hand was covered in blood
too.
I started to limp along the rough path, when out of nowhere
a tall man, with ginger hair and a bushy
beard, jumped out from behind a large tree and grabbed me. ‘Aaaargh get off me,’
I shrieked, my voice echoing through the woods. Without a word from his lips, he
pinned me down and pulled my head back and then out of the blue he grabbed my
hair and ripped out a massive chunk of it. Before I could get up and try to escape,
he grabbed my bag and opened it.
He pulled out my pencil case. I shouted, ‘What
are you doing in my pencil case?’ Even as I spoke it all seemed unreal. I took
a huge gulp, ‘There is nothing in there you would want to steel. Don’t hurt me
please,’ I added and took another gulp of air. Then the ginger haired creepy,
tall man said in a dark scary voice ‘I don’t want to steel anything or hurt you,’
as he spoke, he laughed out loud. A shiver of fear ran down my spine. ‘What do
you want me for?’ I shouted, surprised how even my voice was despite shacking
like a jelly. ‘I want to do this,’ he
replied his voice sounded more like a growl of an animal than a human. Suddenly
he ripped out my small scissors and before I could move, he grabbed my hair and
cut it off.
With my hair on the ground around me, he threw me down on to the
ground to join it. ‘Do you think I’m real?’ he asked and pulled me back on to
my feet. Before I could answer, he continued. ‘Maybe I am and maybe I’m your
nightmare.’ As suddenly has he appeared, he disappeared. I looked around, but
he had gone. I raised my hand to my head and to my shock my hair was all there.
I looked down and the only thing on the path was blood, my blood. No hair.
Shivering with fright, I set off back down the path, blood was still
dripping from my leg. Walking was painful.
Still lost, I tried not to think about what had
just happened when I was hit in the face with a clump of mud. Stopping, I wiped
the mess from my cheek. Looking around all I could see was dirt flying
everywhere. What is going on? ‘Excuse me!’ I shouted as I saw a man, standing
in a large hole, with a shovel flicking mud and dirt into the air. On hearing
my voice, he turned and twisted his head. To my horror his head spun round like
an owl’s. He aimed the spade at me. I quickly side stepped. ‘Hey leave me alone,’
I cried and before I could get away a hand popped out of the hole. ‘Aaaaargh,’I
screamed, but it was in vain as a corpse climbed out of the grave. I just
stared unable to move as it grabbed me. He slapped his hand over my mouth while
the man with the shovel beat me multiple times. Even as the blows rained down
on me, I didn’t feel any pain and the blood on my leg had stopped. The corpse
released his hand from my mouth then dragged me into the grave. ‘You silly
little girl,’ the corpse said, his hands as cold as ice. ‘Where do you think
you are?’ I tried to answer, but the man with the shovel leaned down the hole
and pulled me out.
‘You don’t know do you?’ the corpse cried out as I stood on
the side looking down. ‘You are in the woods or are you in a your nightmare?’
And like the ginger haired man, the corpse and digger suddenly disappeared,
along with the hole. As they disappeared her leg started bleeding again. Where
was she? Was she really in the woods or was she in a nightmare?
The
End
Paige's story also appears on, top selling, fantasy, author, Suzy Turner's site
https://www.suzyturner.com/short-story-by-11-year-old-paige/
Paige's story also appears on, top selling, fantasy, author, Suzy Turner's site
https://www.suzyturner.com/short-story-by-11-year-old-paige/
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