Horror Story (English work) chapter 1

[Grabbed]

I'm not making a whole book, but here is the first chapter I did for english work in may.

Horror Story

Sounds of a creaking window opening and closing softly in the howling storm… Trickles of leaking water quickly running down a rusting pipe. Silence. Screaming. Smashing of glass. Then suddenly…
“No… no, please don’t! I don’t want to die! Please no! Oh god no…!”
It wasn’t until 6.00 the next morning that young Peter Deller realised his best friend had gone missing. Curious, he climbed out of his bedroom window sneakily, caught on to the large branch of the big oak tree, and slid down into the garden, where he slumped on the grass wondering what had happened.
Peter was an inquisitive boy. He liked to dress in a funny way, yet it was always to suit his surroundings. He was quite skinny, but also small. He had short, black hair, and bright blue eyes, and his friends, although they found him weird, respected him for always being brave and stepping up to face challenges. But tonight would be a night where his bravery would fail him.
His friend, David, had been sleeping at Peters the night before. He had told Peter he felt like getting some midnight snacks from the 24-hour shop down the road. Little did he know, that the shop wasn’t open 24 hours, but at night it morphed into a terrifying haunted mansion. Nobody knew this, and before David returned, Peter had fallen asleep.
Peter decided to act normal that day, because he didn’t want to worry anyone about David’s disappearance. He thought that David would just turn up at school on Monday, or that he had gone back to his house. He hadn’t.
Late that night, Peter pulled on his black ragged jeans, threw on his favourite ghost t-shirt, and snuck out of the house. He decided to go to the 24-hour shop to see if he could locate David. He cut through the cold, dark alleyway.
“Ok Peter,” he told himself. “David will be there, and everything will be fine. I’m brave, everyone tells me. Nothings gonna happen.”
All of a sudden, he heard a door slam shut. He spun round. Nothing was there. He continued walking to the shop, which by now, had turned into the mansion. He took a step. He heard a step behind him. He turned round. All he could see was his shadow, illuminated only by the dim streetlight.
“Why am I getting paranoid? I’d actually better hurry up finding David,” he told himself.
He began to run. A million other footsteps joined him. He carried on. Through the black gates of the mansion, up the weathered old steps, and kicked open the rotting wooden door. He stopped. He didn’t realise what he was doing. SLAM! The door swung shut behind him.
“Hello? Who’s there?” Peter shouted out. He could hear his voice echo off the crumbling brick walls.
The entrance room was dimly lit by an invisible light source. Tattered damp curtains hung off the cobweb-covered windows, and broken table legs and chair seats lay about the worn out carpet. Peter could feel the sweat on his face, the pattering of more footsteps, and the soft laughing of the ceiling.
Peter walked in to the first room he saw. The room had exactly the same features of the entrance room. In the corner by the window, a small shrouded figure was curled up, weeping. It was David.
“David! Thank god you’re alive! I was really worried! Lets go, come on!”
“P-p-peter, there’s a g-g-ghost behind you! R-R-RUN!”
Peter whipped round. Floating there was a towering bloody white ghost. It raised a tattered hand, and lunged for Peter.
“No… no, please don’t! I don’t want to die! Please no! Oh god no…!”

[QuackMe]

Excellent + rep

[RedMaggot]

That is really good. More rep for you. =)

[Wayne]

Lmao. I doubt if you read that in 2 minutes dude.

[Grabbed]

lol thanks for the 2 green reps and the 1 grey rep.. its rep all the same. And no I wont be doing the whole book. this was just one piece of work thats propbably not even bee marked. oh well!