Ridia
05-24-2008, 07:54 PM
I wrote this story because it was a homework for the English olympiade (I'm not English, and in my country this is a foreign language(
It's pretty short, because the "rule" said that it couldn't be longer than...(i don't remember :D)
So..I'll just post my "little" story, and wait for your comments:
The loneliness of a toy
I felt nervous when the phone rang.I thought that those terrible events would never stop.
It all happened on a summer day, when I was playing baseball with my friends. We accidentally threw the ball through the window of a house.
Everyone got scared, because it was said that that house was haunted. Seeing that no one was moving, I went in the house to get the ball. There was a lot of dust and the mice were freely running in the rooms. I got a bit scared, but I took the ball and left.
When the sun set, I went to bed, but I had a nightmare; in my nightmare I was hearing voices, and I got up feeling sick. I felt my hands burning, and my knees were shaking.
I went to the window to get some fresh air, but then I heard my phone ringing. I answered it, and I heard someone calling my name. He was telling me: “Help me, please! It’s too dark in here!”. I froze to death and then I heard him saying that over and over again.
It’s been like this all night, so I decided that in the morning I would go back to that house: the place where it all begun. So I did. I went to the room where I lost the ball the other day. It was very dark in there, and then I saw it: it was a coffin! That person must’ve been talking about that. I was really frightened, and I wanted to get out of the room, but I saw something standing in front of me. It was a strange shadow and it was moving. It wasn’t mine; It couldn’t possibly be mine, because of the darkness in the room. I ran away without looking back, and I went as far as I could from there.
The following night, the same things happened, so the next day I got back to the house again. I felt nervous when the phone rang. The voice was telling me the same thing as always: “Help me, please! It’s too dark in here!”. I opened the coffin and put my hand in it. As soon as I felt something I screamed and got a few steps back. Then I ran away again.
The nights were always the same. I couldn’t live like that, so I went once more to the house. I looked into the coffin, where there were some bones, and a teddy bear, that looked like it was new. I was scared to death and I didn’t know what to do. I took the toy and I left. When I got out of the house, I heard that voice again. It sounded as if the teddy bear was talking. It said: “Thank you!”.
It was all over. I haven’t had nights like that so far, and I never heard that voice again, but I took great care of the teddy bear. I thought that maybe he was feeling lonely, and waited for someone to take him. Anything is possible…
It's pretty short, because the "rule" said that it couldn't be longer than...(i don't remember :D)
So..I'll just post my "little" story, and wait for your comments:
The loneliness of a toy
I felt nervous when the phone rang.I thought that those terrible events would never stop.
It all happened on a summer day, when I was playing baseball with my friends. We accidentally threw the ball through the window of a house.
Everyone got scared, because it was said that that house was haunted. Seeing that no one was moving, I went in the house to get the ball. There was a lot of dust and the mice were freely running in the rooms. I got a bit scared, but I took the ball and left.
When the sun set, I went to bed, but I had a nightmare; in my nightmare I was hearing voices, and I got up feeling sick. I felt my hands burning, and my knees were shaking.
I went to the window to get some fresh air, but then I heard my phone ringing. I answered it, and I heard someone calling my name. He was telling me: “Help me, please! It’s too dark in here!”. I froze to death and then I heard him saying that over and over again.
It’s been like this all night, so I decided that in the morning I would go back to that house: the place where it all begun. So I did. I went to the room where I lost the ball the other day. It was very dark in there, and then I saw it: it was a coffin! That person must’ve been talking about that. I was really frightened, and I wanted to get out of the room, but I saw something standing in front of me. It was a strange shadow and it was moving. It wasn’t mine; It couldn’t possibly be mine, because of the darkness in the room. I ran away without looking back, and I went as far as I could from there.
The following night, the same things happened, so the next day I got back to the house again. I felt nervous when the phone rang. The voice was telling me the same thing as always: “Help me, please! It’s too dark in here!”. I opened the coffin and put my hand in it. As soon as I felt something I screamed and got a few steps back. Then I ran away again.
The nights were always the same. I couldn’t live like that, so I went once more to the house. I looked into the coffin, where there were some bones, and a teddy bear, that looked like it was new. I was scared to death and I didn’t know what to do. I took the toy and I left. When I got out of the house, I heard that voice again. It sounded as if the teddy bear was talking. It said: “Thank you!”.
It was all over. I haven’t had nights like that so far, and I never heard that voice again, but I took great care of the teddy bear. I thought that maybe he was feeling lonely, and waited for someone to take him. Anything is possible…