He Got Me....

• Meg Dickens, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2009

The lights were off and the house silent. I was lying in bed trying sleep,but I just couldn't. The air coming through the open window was icy and the sound of the dripping tap was getting louder every
minute. I got up and packed my things,i couldn't live with that murderer any more. I climbed through my open window and ran to the cemetery. I saw her grave,covered in the flowers I brought for her. I put my head next to her headstone and put a hand on the dirt covering the grave. I began to talk “Mum,i know who did it,i know he...”I suddenly stopped,there was loud footsteps coming towards me and I looked around. There he was,with a knife,he got me,like he got her.....