Dark Night

• Jeremy Radoc, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2014

The Night

It was a cold and windy night, I’m laying down on the cold hard floor with my head on a little metal beam. I was trying to get to sleep. BAM, there is a massive noise from outside of the shed. I get up, slowly, trying not to step on anything, as I get to the door, I’ve got a lot of things going through my head, should I open the door? Maybe I shouldn’t? I decide to open the door, nothing was there. What was that noise? I can’t help it but feel eager now to find out what it is, my toes felt cold, wet. I think I slipped in a puddle, I take another step, I bend down and look at my feet, they were blood red, it’s not my blood, I can’t feel any pain, maybe I stepped on something? I look up and see something in the barn. I was stepping towards it. I can smell something I don’t know what it is. I take a little step and peek into the barn, what was it? Nothing. There was nothing there. I took another step into the barn to find out what I had seen, I open one of the barns doors, and nothing was there. I go to the second door nothing was there, the last door I open, I was sure that there was going to be nothing in there, I open the door, I was right nothing was there, maybe I was seeing things . I turn around, there it was, “I don’t know what it was” I hide behind some hay, “what’s it doing” it was eating something, “I don’t know what but it smelt”. I try and get closer to it, i tried not to step on anything, CRACK I stepped on a twig, it looks at me, ow no. I run out of the barn trying to get a way but the grass and mud slowed me down. It was right behind me, there was a big log in the way, I tried and jump over it, I tripped on the edge of the log, “no” I had a lot of things going through my head, am I going to die. Its over me, I cover my head, then I shut my eyes, then open them, am I died, I was in a dark room, Robert wake up you’re going to be late for school again, I’m not died, and its mum, she comes into my room, GET UP, I said “mum I’m never eating late again. By Jeremy Radoc