Scared Breathless
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Caleb Hughes, Grade 8, Grovedale College
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Short Story
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2015
Excellence Award in the 'The Write Track 2015' competition
There I was lying in my rusty metal bed, wrapped in my woolly dark red blanket and wearing my favourite blue racing car pyjamas, that's when I heard a loud, obnoxious noise coming from outside my old, dusty window across from where I laid. I slowly rose out of my squeaky bed and pressed my feet against the creaky floor, it felt like it was as cold as the Antarctic in here. I slowly walked up to my window and that's when I saw it was snowing, so frost had covered most of my window making it impossible to see outside.
I then wandered towards my scratched, white door where most of the paint was scratched off. As I got closer, the more I could hear heavy breathing on the other side of my door. I suddenly stopped as my golden doorknob started to turn. I backed away from the vast opening door, then I slipped backwards on the wooden floor making a thunderous noise leaving me gazing at the door with a huge headache.
The door slammed open leaving a huge, scary figure standing in front of me. I was so frightened, I couldn't move one tiny inch. He stepped forward onto the creaky, wooden floor while turning on my yellow ceiling light revealing the monstrous figure to me. I couldn't believe it, it was my Dad!
"Are you all right son? I just came to check on you," explained Dad in a worrying voice.
"Yes, I'm all right, I’ll just go back to bed," I answered back in a relived voice.
Dad went to his bedroom as I tried to get back to sleep on my bumpy mattress but yet it was so comfortable. I still wonder what that was loud noise from outside was? I then stare into my cracked mirror on my painted wooden bedside table and then see a large shadow slowly emerge and grow behind me.
"Dad is that you?" I said quietly.
The End