(This is a short tension plot which I had to write for English class)

What’s behind the horror of the hockey mask

Footsteps were heard not far away. The air was filled with mist and fog as I stood in the middle of a grave yard. I don’t know what I was doing there. All I knew was I was in trouble. I heard the blade of a sword being drawn. Suddenly a black figure was seen in the fog. I scream as loud as I could and ran. Faster! Harder! My blouse whipped back in the night air. Every breath I took was lost in the mist. There was no way out of this, for he was getting closer.

I had to keep running. My legs took me away. My heart was beating so hard it was banging against my ribs. My head screamed words of help. Tears were streaming down my face. My eyes were watering. I couldn’t see. The world thundered past me as my leg got caught on the root of a tree. I fell into a crumpled heap on the damp, cold floor. Then everything went silent.

I jumped up. I looked around. I was surrounded by trees. I was lost. I fell back on a tree covered in moss. Where was he? I heard a creak from the right but there was nothing. I backed away suspecting nothing. Wondering whether it was just in my head. Then I banged into it. As quick as the wind itself I was taken of my feet and pinned on a tree with a masshettie through my stomach. My feet swayed rubbing against the tree. I could feel the blood run down my legs. I looked up at my killer. He was wearing heavy dark clothing and a hockey mask. I knew it wasn’t human. His head was a dark blue and only had a few strands of hair. I was growing weaker and weaker. I hung my head and took my last breath.

By Laura Watson