As the night began in the wild wood leaves cracked behind him. The golden ball began to fade; the light was trapped in darkness. It was terrifying. Shadows were following him as he darted. Then he stopped. It was silence. Then there was a.....BANG!!! Quickly, he ran inside a shelter where he saw shadows. Suddenly he walked on and he saw faces on the trees. Then he rubbed his eyes and it faded. He told himself he’d gone mad. Another and another. Different caricatures were appearing. He could hear voices of the ghost who died in the woods. Then the whistling began.
Brave strong courageous fearless, these were things he wasn’t feeling as he staggered into the lonesome forest. Twigs snapped in the undergrowth beside him he didn’t know why he didn’t collapse onto the damp twigs but he wished he had when he turned around. Two sharp piercing eyes like the cloak of miss riding hood stared at him with no room for mercy. It snarled and disappeared into the bush like it was never there. He looked towards the exit but it wasn’t there! He was trapped!
By Eli
As she was walking through the wild woods she began to fear as tears dropped down her eyes like a waterfall running down. She was crying. Crying because it was creepy as trees crushed down the woods. The leaves were being dragged by the angry wind. The dust was getting into her face as she slowly stepped nearer and nearer. The branches were screaming when the powerful wind blew them off. Then next the mud was shouting because the branches where falling on top of the mud. Her heart was pounding like a drum.
