The Girl

As I entered the vast mansion, the door suddenly slammed shut.

I tiptoed up the stairs.

The portrait look like it was alive. 

I walked across the corridor.

I stopped.

Footsteps were approaching.

I turned around. 

It was a little sweet girl. 

With a knife.

”Hello do you want to play?” 

Suddenly her eyes were flickering red flames,

 or was it blood stains ...          

Richard
Year 7              


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