Back In Time

• Josie Hickson-philp, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2016

It was as cold as ice. I woke up not knowing where I was. I followed a path to an old Church in the depths of the night.

I walked in and found myself in a tunnel. It was wet and rigged. At the end there was an underground room with water on the floor knee high. I felt a shiver go down my spine.
I heard drops of water falling from the roof, hard core breathing and a sound you could never describe. I felt something whooshing around me.

I decided to wonder around the room. I was petrified. I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and saw coffins and blood everywhere. At that moment I realised that I wasn’t in any ordinary Church, I was in a Church filled with blood sucking, night flying vampires.

Because the room was filled with water, the wooden planks holding up the roof collapsed and the roof went straight through me. I screamed. I had gone back to the night that I had died. I hope I never, as a ghost, have to relive that moment again.