The Black Terror

• Yuen Tzi Ding, Grade 5, Pinewood Primary School
• Short Story
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

All was silent, except for the rustling of the leaves and the howling of the wind. I snuggled beneath the tepid blanket, pondering about the Black Terror. It had recently grabbed my sister and had clasped its bedraggled hands around her neck, causing her to lay sprawled on the carpet, limp. Quivering, I knew that I only had my younger brother to look after.
The house was hushed with an eerie silence. I was conquered with trepidation when I glanced at the clock. "It is nearly midnight and the Black Terror might come any minute!" I silently sobbed.
Creeping towards the bedroom window, I saw the moon smiling at me in a baleful manner. Then, I heard what I dreaded most: the signs that noted the Black Terror's arrival. Hastening towards bed, I could glimpse a shadow lurking slyly. Trembling with fear, I felt something sludgy touch the blanket and I envisioned myself plunging into darkness.
I opened my eyes and glanced up from the blanket, expecting to see the Black Terror looming above me. Instead, I glimpsed my obnoxious little brother reaching for the door, giggles erupting from his mouth. But, my worst fears came true. Everything seemed to transpire at the same time. My brother and I both smelt the Black Terror's malodorous breath and heard it rasp menacingly. We ran to hide behind a chair in the corner. Then, we saw it. The Black Terror was a sickly ghastly ghoul, intimidating and deleterious. It was a revolting creature that would make most people shriek when they saw it.
Abruptly, the ghoul reached for the bedroom lamp and began to hurl it at the door. Its bellicose actions showed how irate it was. We watched in grisliness, knowing that we had one foot in the grave. Well, did you already guess what my brother and I did? We fled for the sake of our lives, running as fast as the wind.