Haunted House

• Aaron Daniel, Grade 3
• Short Story
• 2021

I was walking on the street when I heard a creak. So I tiptoed to the source but a faint laugh came from my left. Just then I saw a spider on my nose and I screamed. I ran inside a house safe and sound…or so I thought.
“Hehehe” Where did that come from? Over there in the basement, I thought. I slowly made my way to the basement then, “Hehehe, you can’t catch me.” A witch?! I am after her! “Or not!” A zombie said and grabbed me by the arm, so I slapped him. It did not hurt him. So I bit him. It tasted like rotten pork with pepper on top. This time the zombie fell to the floor with a crash. When I was trying to stumble out, the witch picked me up and I fainted.
When I woke up I was on a wooden bed with my arm bleeding. The witch was stirring magic together in a cauldron. Two hours later, there was a puff of smoke coming out. Then all of a sudden, a cat flew out of the cauldron and scratched me. Now I had a bleeding cheek also. Blood was gushing out painfully. Soon when I knew the witch was out hunting for ingredients, I jumped out the window and ended up with a scratched bottom.
“I remember you!” I looked around and saw the zombie with some flesh ripped out of his arm. The zombie then kicked me. I got a sore leg. Angrily, I pinned him to the ground and scratched his face. He was knocked out. So I ran back home as fast as a speeding cheetah.
At home, just when I was about to fall asleep, I saw a witch. “Aaahhhhhhhhhh.” Just then I remembered I was in my neighbour’s house, eye to eye with a witch. Finally, I sprinted into my house and bolted the doors shut, jumped into bed and fell asleep.