That Fateful Day

• Dylan Robertson, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2014

One day, in the north side of Georgia, there lived a boy named Tom. One day tom was walking home from school, not his normal path he was walking home a different way today. Today, when he was walking he saw a house an old, creepy, scary old house. He was tempted to see if anyone lived in it so he went up and knocked. The door felt dusty and splintery, just as he was about to turn around and leave the door swung open. A man stood stiff in the doorway, he had long grey hair and he was panting heavily showing his crooked yellow teeth. “Why are you here?” he threatened. A chill of fear ran up my spine, I felt the hair on the back of my neck stick up. “Uh ermm um” I stuttered. Before I could do anything he grabbed my arm pulled me in and locked the door.

I don’t remember breathing from the time he pulled me in, locked the door, yelled at me to tell him why I was here, throwing down the stairs to the basement and locked the door. “What happened?’ I thought to myself, I tried hoist myself up with my arms but when I did I felt a throbbing pain in my left arm. As I looked down slowly I saw a deep cut in my left arm, to my surprise I hadn’t felt it until then. “It is bleeding and I need to patch it up” this thought repeated in my head until I had the courage to get up and look around. “This man has nothing in his house” I thought to myself as I looked around, I sneezed as dust crept up my nose. Just as I was about to stop looking, I saw a big grey sheet. I ran over to it to wrap it around my arm. It was a very big sheet, a bed sheet but I had nothing to cut it with so I just had to make the best of it. After I patched myself up I went to the door and tried to unlock it, to my surprise it was unlocked I could have sworn I heard him lock it. I crept across the creaky floor, dusty floorboards to the door but it was locked so I crept to the kitchen. I saw an open window I took no time to sprint to the window, climb through and get away from the house. This was 12 months ago in now in year nine with lots of friends, I wonder what happened to that old man, maybe he died, or maybe he’s just still living at that creepy house. Either way im glad he’s out of my life

By Dylan Robertson
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