Dark

• Hannah Richards, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2018

A cold draft is coming in. Goose bumps pop up one by one. I am shaking. There is just one voice saying “Roses are red… just like blood there is nowhere to run or hide.”
There are no doors. I am in eternal darkness. I yell “Help!!” My voices just creeps down the hallway. I hear my name “Jess, Jess.” I say “Where am I?” No answer. I creep up the stairs. There’s a note that says beware I am watching you be careful I am watching your every move. Look up look down look all around when you go to sleep in a closed sleep with one eye open regards ghost Mary. When I found the note I said to myself it’s just a dream I pinched myself just to make sure. A tune is coming from down stairs. A lovely tune but am scared to go down.
I creep down. I peek around the corner and Mary a ghost was there! I ran upstairs I start crying then shadows surround me. I run everywhere. Everywhere I go shadows! I am trapped. I open my eyes. the shadows are not there. Why me? I think. I went to the 6th floor a note that says you will never escape look around no doors no windows no people only dark spaces REGARDS, GHOST Mary.
HELP ME !!