The Gradual Grave

• Takira Mason, Grade 56
• Short Story
• 2018

AHHHHHHHHH! “What was that?” I said to myself. It was a dark stormy night. "Whooooooo!" The wind whistled. I was walking along in the dark, creepy and scary streets and I felt something touching me on my shoulder. I started to run, going faster and faster until I looked back to see nothing.
“Help! Help!” Said something in the distance. “What was that?” I said to myself. I better go find out who was screaming. As soon as I walked past the cemetery, I heard the screaming again. So, I walked into the creepy cemetery. In there I could see headstones, flags and a hole in the ground. So, I walk slowly over to the hole and I see t headstone, the date on it is 19/5/2007 and the name is Takira Mason. “How was this possible, I am alive, not dead” I told myself. Just then, I blacked out and fell over.
I awoke in a dark, damp place. “Where am I?” I called out. I heard some squeaking and water trickling. I realised I was in the sewers.
“EWWW” I screamed. I stood up and I started to explore the dirty sewers. In the sewers I see dirty, gross rats, filthy water and a lot of tunnels. It was so hard to pick which way to go. I could go forwards, backwards, right or left it was a tough choice but I chose right. So, I started to go right. I get about 10 minutes into the tunnel and the tunnel starts to go down like I am going down a hill. I keep going down and all of a sudden torches turn on and they lead down the wall to a tunnel. So, I follow the torches into the tunnel. All of a sudden, a metal like net drops on me and I blacked out. I don’t know how long I was blacked out for, but when I woke up, I was in a different place. It looks like a broken down ship inside. I check my phone but it has no internet connection. So, I put it back away in my pocket. Then I heard someone talking and they were coming my way. So, I closed my eyes a little bit so they think I am still knocked out, but I leave them open enough so I can still see where they are taking me. They eventually notice I’m awake and drop the net with me in it. I saw some of the bolts holding the net together were loose. I pushed it open and started running for my life. They started to shoot, but I evaded most bullets, but I got hit in the leg and dropped to the ground. As I screamed in agony, the men walked up to me and threw me down a drain. Just then I woke up in the sewers. “Was it a dream or was it real?”