As a follow on to the last post from Sam Enthoven in which he explains how anyone can be an author – here’s a terrific tale of terror from a young writer called Jamie Gledhill.  He said he started writing it for his homework but was enjoying himself so much that he couldn’t stop!  Sounds like you’ve got the writing bug, Jamie!  Writing is just like playing a computer game, a sport or a musical instrument – the more you do it, the better you get.  Keep writing and, before long, you’ll feel ready to send your work to publishers.

*** (A brief note to my fellow trapped authors – looks like we’ve got some serious competition here!) ***

Screams of a Dream by JAMIE GLEDHILL

On a night of sheer terror, owls tooting, wolves’ howling to the full moon, a young collage girl was driving down a long steep road that seemed to never end. She had taken a shortcut to get home because the road had been blocked by a tree. The rain was pounding down on the bonnet of her car. Lightening was hitting the ground in front of her car. She couldn’t steer. Lightening hit the ground. She curled up to protect herself. Her shiny red car rolled down a hill and crashed into a tall oak tree. She couldn’t believe it.  Her phone was on the ground. She called for a tow truck but it would be at leased several hours before it got to her.

She walked onto the road above. It was pitch black. At the corner of her eye she saw something move, but when she turned to see what it was, nothing but the black winding road. She saw a light come from the forest. She had no choice but to follow the light. She walked through the forest of oak trees and thorn bushes, dodging the mud puddles. Finally she broke free of the forest.

A large green mansion stood before her. The slimy moss covered the windows. They were wide open and the door was hanging from its hinges. Wood lice were crawling from the wood of the mansion and were slowly demolishing it. Rotten wood was falling off the wall. She herd a crack above her. She looked up to see a rotten green board of wood coming towards her. She jumped out of the way in to a mud puddle. The wood hit the ground with a mighty blow and split into long, sharp pieces. A chunk of wood flew towards her. It hit her leg and went right through. Muddy, cold and bleeding. She could take no more. Dragging her legs behind her she slowly headed towards the door.

She entered the mansion. It was warm and cosy, the fire was burning bright and a patched chair stood beside it. She crawled to the chair and sat down. Her leg was still bleeding. She pulled a piece of cloth off the chair. With a mighty pull she pulled the giant splinter out of her leg and wrapped the cloth around the hole to stop the bleeding. The pain was excruciating. It was so unbearable she was knocked out after 5 seconds of wrapping the bandage around her leg.

She awoke with a fright to find the fire was out. She rushed towards the door but it was locked. She span around, someone was there, watching her. There was no were to run. Scampering forwards she found a door hidden behind a cloth on the wall. It was pitch black, she couldn’t find the handle then suddenly she fell forwards down a flight of stairs. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She saw something, it was awful. Green, big, ugly and blood thirsty are just some of the ways to describe it without giving you a heart attack. It saw her with its black yet bloodshot eyes that seem to look into her very soul. She wanted to run but she was paralyzed with fear. It had claws as sharp as diamonds. It was about to swing when…

She awoke screaming. Her heart was pumping and she was sweating. She was breathing heavily. Dragging her self she went towards the door to see man walking up the path. It was the tow truck driver. He took her to the next town. Thanking him kindly she went into a hotel. The following day her boyfriend came. She told him what had happened but all he did was laugh.

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