Kidnapped

• Kyle Berge, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2007

I was sitting in bed and I heard a bang and a smash. I was in shock that someone would break into my house. Just then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly hid under the covers, and I prayed that I would not get hurt. Just then I felt something hard hit my head, and then I was out cold. I woke up but I couldn’t move. I tried to get up, but I was tied down. Oh no! I was tied down with ropes!!!
I heard something, it sounded like a scream. I listened closely. It was a person. It sounded like he or she was being tortured but I wasn’t sure. I needed something to get the ropes loose with, and I felt around in my pockets for anything. I found something hard, and I pulled it out. It was a small pocket knife. I opened the knife and I started to cut the ropes off me. Finally I got the last piece of rope cut and was loose. I stood up and walked around. Where was I? And where was the door? I felt around in the dark, and found the door, and opened it. Fortunately it was not locked, and there was light coming down the hall.
I crept down the hall to see who was there. It was then I heard the scream again, it was coming from a room down the hall. I crept past the room and I went out the front door. Then I thought we can’t let that girl die, so I turned around and headed back into the place I really didn’t want to be. I went back in through the front door and went up to the door where the girl sounded like she was being tortured in.
I yelled, “let her out of there!” A person walked up to the door and opened it. I gave them a punch to knock them out, and I ran into the room. “Where was she?” I thought to myself. All I could see in the room was a tape recorder. I thought to myself, “where could they have put her?”
I saw a coffin in the corner and I ran over to it and opened it. Inside was a young girl with a gag over her mouth and her hands and feet were tied. I got my pocket knife out and cut her free. I asked the little girl, “how long have you been here?” She replied, “12 hours,” and then asked how long I’d been there. I said, “2 hours, but lets get out of here!” We found the front door and got on the road and ran and ran, and finally we got to a city called Moore Park. We sat down to get our breath back. We rested for a couple of minutes and then we started to run again to get the little girl back to her house. We ran for 9 hours non-stop. Finally we got to her house. We knocked on the door, and her mum opened it. They gave her a big hug and kisses and the family all gathered around her to find out what had happened. The family asked if there was anything they could do for me. I thought about it. “Yes, there is,” I said. The family said, “what?” A ride back to my house was all I needed.