Mystery

• Lucia Mcgreggor, Grade 4, Curtin Primary School -
• Short Story
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

BANG! No. Not possible. It couldn't have happened again. For weeks I had been dreaming about the last time. The memory had drifted through me in my sleep like a bad aftertaste.

I forced myself out of bed, dreading what, or who, would be here this time. As I crept, slowly down the stairs, each step feeling like a great
resist to run back to my bed.


As I turned the door handle, I noticed something in a trail on the floor. Something red.

I entered the kitchen. Someone was there .
They were heavily hooded in black, with their back facing me. All their interest seemed to be on something that they were holding. They were examining it with great interest.

I wasn't so sure if jumping on their back, a surprise attack was such a good idea,
so, instead I decided to sneak along the dining table to get a look at what they were so interested in. I craned my neck to get just a glimpse of it, and then I saw it. Wow. The sharpest knife that I had ever seen gleamed in the light of the candle that this stranger had just lighted.


They were now taking out something else, a phone, and talking into it in low rasps,
‘It is ready now, sir.’

This was going way too far. They seemed to be
telling someone else, this sir to come here. I
didn't want two of these crazy assassin people
in my house.

I ran upstairs as fast as I could (well, as fast as
you can without revealing that you are there).
I grabbed the phone to dial 000.
I hesitated. The police would think that I was
Just another stupid child that was prank calling
police station. I would just have to go back to
bed and see if they were still there in the
morning .
They weren’t.
I tried to tell my parents when they came home from wherever they
Had been, but they wouldn't listen to me. They normally didn't.