scare

A young boy who stubles upon a massive hazard. called the death woods.

The dark shadow was rapidly chasing me through the dark wood, getting nearer and nearer by the second. I moved swift frantic to escape. The shadow was closing in on me, just at my heels. The small white cottage was just out of the woods, If only I could reach that refuge, I'd be safe. I wasn't defenceless. In my right hand was my lether rope coiled about my wrist. In my left was my golden dagger, which was particularly effective against whatever stood before me. For the dagger I needed a short space between us, which was already comming true. But would I get a single chance to use either?





I sparng out of the prickley woods, I could finally breath. The shadow pushed me to the ground, it was strongly holding me to the ground with it's tight grasp. My eyes soon came to full detail and I could see full detail of the image, I soon realised it was my older brother, standing above me.



"Why did you do that to me!" I shouted loudly at him.