by Andrea (4^aF)

That night, I was quietly sleeping in my bedroom, but it wasn’t a night like the others. I felt something strange: something never felt before: I thought that I was in danger because something was going to happen in my house: I hardly managed to sleep: for six days ago I hadn’t felt well: I felt nervous and a bit scared,but that night my fear increased. Suddenly I heard a noise, maybe a tin, and I cried out: ”Who’s there?” No one answered. Then I sat up in bed, I was terrified. For the first time in my life I had fear of death. I was terrified by someone, someone I didn’ know, someone I hadn’t done any bad thing to; my fear grew, terror increased; I tried to comfort myself, maybe it was only a cricket, a neighbour, a man up the street… All in vain, I didn’t succeed in stopping my fear.

For the first time in my life I had fear of death. I was terrified by someone, someone I didn’ know, someone I hadn’t done any bad thing to; my fear grew, terror increased

I kept my eyes open, I heard someone getting in my room, I heard his heart beating; the noise of his heart was growing louder and louder! He leapped into the room and I screamed. That man was undoubtely mad, he dragged me to the floor and pulled my heavy bed on me. I couldn’t understand the reason of his action; I was right: someone was trying to get in my house and kill me. I can’t understand the reason why he killed me, he was scared by something, he was mad, I really can’t explain. I only hope that justice would be done.