Creative Writing Scary Night

Help! This man is trying to kill me! Help!” I cover my hand over his mouth, muffling his

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

"It's on its way." The first punch I don't remember, the second I remember colliding with my ribs. I groan as I feel the wave of pain rush across my face and stomach.

Then I jump in and slash then I bash and I dash. I hit him with all i got but he just won’t die I don't know why I keep on hitting him and he won't die I Don't know why but he won't die. I think he is too strong. Oh no i’m dead i thought. Bing “no I’m dead” I screamed, waking up the whole house. “Dalton James Collier”

Suddenly the growling was even more intense. It was menacing. Turning around thorough the glass window and darkness of night Caroline saw a pair of icy blue illuminating eyes staring back at her. Before she could calculate what was going on a large black wolf came through the glass window shattering it and a sharp pain dug in her neck and every thing went black.

But don't kill him till he talks Wolf will signal when he talks.” Duke says while twirling a bloody knife in his hand.

“I am hungry.” The Wolf cried, licking the last of the boy’s blood from his jowls. “I want to feed again.”

Suddenly I gain consciousness. Unable to open my eyes, I feel a cluster of dried sticks poking my back as if I was lying on a bed covered by pins. A constant ringing noise almost blankets the sound of the leaves dancing with the wind around me. With a gentle sigh I allow myself to build enough energy for me to open an eye. My eye began to follow a path towards the only light source it sees, the fire from a wooden torch gripped with my left hand. I open my other eye and began to force my lean body to a kneeling position. The smell of decomposing leaves irritates my nose as I gaze at the identical oak trees surrounding me like a wall of armoured gladiators. Using my wrinkled hands and injured legs I crawl towards

“Get out of the way!” I yelled, tugging at her sleeve. She shook me off and looked at me once again. I could feel her eyes burning on me, making me sit down. I sat criss-crossed, waiting for the wolves to come at me. I survived a bombing, and I will now die from a hungry pack of wolves. I shut my eyes tight, waiting for them to attack. I waited, and waited, and waited.

I stood as steady as a statue. A myriad of gigantic brown trees as old as Adam surrounded me. They seemed to stare at me like watchmen. I took a deep breath and my heart began to beat like a cheetah chasing its prey. Slowly, I walked into the dark forest.

I can hear him now as he moves about above me and at such a late hour; loud bangs and low groans sometimes accompany his movements. If I was not so fearful of him, I would march to his chambers and damn the consequences. Alas, though I am not brave nor reckless. I am but a man plagued with doubt, insecurities and dare I say again, fear.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

He ducked as I slid my sword across the air. The magnificent beast I was welding was begging to slice into someone and drink their iron rich blood. The Willowan man is twice the size of me and much stronger, but I am much more fast and nimble. He attacks me, aiming for me left side. I step aside and slash my sword through his last rib. His face turns blank and he falls to his knees. As I walk away I hear his blood gurgle in his mouth. He was wrong to think that he could possibly beat me.

My first reaction was to fight, and I sprinted, pain forgotten, over to the creature, my hands already in fists, a fierce look on my pale face.

What have we done? As the moonlight glimmered down on us, shimmering across our bleeding wounds, we began to realize what we just did. The smoky haze began to clear up and revealed a gigantic chunk taken out of the oak tree. This was supposed to be a fun little fountain of flames, but the outcome was nothing close to a playful pyrotechnics. We’re confused and scared, what should we do? We have to get out of here. Fleeing the scene, thorns from the jagged bushes began to pierce my legs like tiny bayonets with every step. Because of how stunned we are, we don’t even realize what pain we’re putting ourselves through. Not being able to hear anything at all and barely being able to see. Thinking to myself never