Kia Ora bloggers,
In the past couple of weeks in my literacy group, we have been doing mystery narratives, we had to do at least two pages of our writing, this is my story.
As a cooling wind hurled through my bedroom window my eyes softly closed and my mind fell into a deep sleep until I awoke to soft whispers coming from the basement, I quickly shoved a pillow into my face to deafen the whispers but the more I thought about it the more it changed from a whisper to a screech, at this point the horrific sound was leading me to panic more and more.
All I wanted to know was where this sound was coming from. Before I knew it I was standing in my in front of my door staring down the dark blank hallway,
“this might have possibly been the scariest night of my life!” I thought in my head,
I just wanted my parents to come out and comfort me, but about 6 months ago my evil grandmother unimaginable and slaughtered my parents!
To this day it is still a mystery to police about where my parents are and if they are dead or not. But my only hope of being semi-happy was to live with my grandmother and just pray she doesn't do the same to me. As tears started to roll down my face the screech became louder but less frequent, so I just did it I made a run for it I ran to the end of the hallway, before quickly hiding beside the couch as I heard a loud thumping coming down the rustic stairs,
“it must be grandmother” I anxiously thought in my head, I tried my hardest to stay quiet but I couldn't help it tears started to roll down my cheeks and a slight sobbing sound alarmed my grandmother, she then said in a furious voice
“Whos there!”
Before I even had time to think about it I ran down the hall and there I was standing in front of the tall brown door, the only thing that would stop me now was the padlock. I knew my grandmother, this padlock wouldn't just have any random passcode there must be a clue somewhere! I swiftly moved my eyes from one corner to the other,
“This isn’t like grandmother, there must be a visible clue somewhere” I had thought to myself.
Until a small flashing light caught my eye, I started to stroll down the hall to have a peek at this magnificent find until once again I heard my grandmother marching down the hall, I moved my head from side to side until a small built-in cupboard was visible, I swiftly reached for the cupboard and threw myself inside, as the cupboard door closed I realized it had a number engraved into it,
“Oh my gosh” I had thought to myself
“This could be a clue to the basement!” I had said in a great moment of joy.
As grandmother passed my heart skipped a beat, but finally, she had gone and given up on finding me, I gently re-opened the tiny cupboard and continued my search for the miniature light,
“There it is!” I tried to say as quietly as possible,
I tiptoed as quietly as possible over to this miniature light, and as I got to the light I realized it had projected a small number onto the wall, I could only just read the number, as I only had one more number to find now I swiftly moved back to the padlock and had a good long stare at it,
“Ah-ha” I had yelled,
I had found the third number, on the back of the padlock! Now I had to figure out what went where.
I rapidly figured out the code. I weakly pushed the basement door open and a pungent odor fried the insides of my nostrils,
“This has to be done,” I said as I tried to reassure myself,
But before I could pull out a screeching sound pierced my ears, after this piercing sound finished I tiptoed down the creaky stairs, I was shocked to see what was down there! All I could think was what, when and most of all why! But before anything could be done a soft whisper came from above the stairs, I carefully turned myself around to see grandmother standing at the doorway, I could feel my hands freezing in position.
“Why would you disobey me? Why?!” grandmother screeched from the top of her lungs,
I was speechless I tried to get a mutter out but before I could the door slammed and my grandmother marched away, I ran to the top of the stairs and thumped on the door but it was useless, I slumped into a small ball on the ice-cold ground and just sobbed,
“I am never going to get out of here” I had said,
“Don't worry?” said a voice in the distance,
As the voice appeared closer and closer I wiped away the tears and picked up and old rag on the ground hoping to defend myself,
“Don’t worry it’s just me” the voice muttered again
“Who’s there!?” I instantly yelled back,
As the voice came closer it started to sound more and more familiar, but who was behind this unordinary voice?...
