I have never been so scared in all my life ( story ) - page 1
Keywords: story english language grade A i have never been so scared in all my life
By Matt on 05/11/2006 13:20:35
Level: GCSE Key Stage 4 (Years 10-11)
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“I had never been so scared in all my life”
The mood of Halloween was in the air. It was the 31st October, and large pumpkins were being put out for sale at the farms. Everyone in our town, Hornsea, was getting ready for Halloween. Statues of goblins and evil witches could be seen everywhere. To your left, to your right, and even above. That day, at lunch time, I had an odd and beastly-looking woman, come up to me and chunter in my face ‘it’s a myth, evil doesn’t exist’, but it looked like I had just seen evil staring me right in the face. For the rest of the day I kept pondering what she could have meant, then it struck me - at exactly 4.06pm, it struck me.
Next to our town was Brigstone, a small mining town which was well known for the legend of the witches circle. It was said that twelve witches used to live there and at the stroke of midnight, they would fly around the town creating nuisance and terrifying anyone in their path.
After many deaths people fled the town, fearing falling victim to the evil witches. Mining was halted and the town was abandoned. No one has returned there ever since.
It was finally here, Halloween night. The streetlights were not working. Instead, the faint glows of candlelight lined the street. I was a bit old to go trick or treating; I had better plans with my friend, Lisa. I planned, to pay a little visit to Brigstone, to prove ourselves right that the legend of the witches was just a myth. She wasn’t very pleased about this idea but I managed to persuade her to come along for an experience of a walk in the dead of Halloween night; through a town which had said to be haunted by twelve evil witches. After all, I knew it was a myth.
We met up outside the Church on Newbegin and got what we needed, which was a small torch. We set out on the dark winding path, through the forest connecting Hornsea to Brigstone. The noise of the sane town began to slowly fade away. People were now long gone.
The full moon was shining through the bare branches casting eerie shadows on our path as we walked. A cool breeze was blowing sending
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