Graves

• Ella Vercoe, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2016

Crack! I stepped on a stone not far in front but when I walked more I couldn’t stop.
The moonlight shone on my brown haired head, when everyone else was still in bed.
I shivered and shook in the cold night air, couldn’t get warm as I was fully bare.
I trudged through the grave, never said a word, nothing to be seen, not even a bluebird.
I walked up the stone steps and into the crypt.
All I could see were generations of heads.
Covered with sheets lay dead bodies.
I read the names of all the mummies.
I found a staircase leading down, I stepped on the steps not making one sound.
At the bottom were lots of crumbled pieces and there was a door that said, “For the keepers.”
The door slid open and when I looked in... there was a big table and open tins.
I walked in the room and heard a loud grumble and there he was, the fierce lion called Rubble.
I took some steps back then ran for my life as the big lion was not far behind.
I tripped on a rock and shut my eyes tight but when I opened I was not in a fright.
I was back in my bed, must have had a scary dream, but then I heard a loud grumble and a scream!