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The bedroom door was being pulsated on. There was Jack, on the inside, anxiously waiting to see who was behind the door. He was sat in the covers of his bed, his heart racing at a mile a minute. His skin was shaking. The doorknob turned. Jack clenched his fists, now more scared than ever. The door opened very slowly. Jack could see the light from the passage. Jack could see a shadow creeping across his bed. Suddenly, a skeleton came at torpedo speed, making a huge leap on his bed…

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! He screamed at the top of his lungs.

His mum was at his bedside repeating, “It was only a dream.” Of course Jack was not listening; he was too busy re-running the dream over and over again.

“Go back to sleep” his mum carried on, “don’t think about it.”

Jack kept thinking about the horrid vision. He finally went back to sleep.

The next morning he looked normal, no signs that the dream, had eaten him up, but he was feeling dreadful inside.

There was one good thing – it was Saturday and that meant no school for him. He sauntered down the stairs, slower than a snail. The breakfast was already on the table, waiting for him like an eagle waiting for its prey.

He didn’t see his mum or dad anywhere. He thought they might still be sleeping.

“No,” he thought to himself. “If they were sleeping, my breakfast would not be an the table. They must be shopping. They’ll be back in less than an hour. They would not leave for a long period of time without telling me, or would they?

Jack poured in the milk onto his bowl of Frosties. The Frosties tasted delicious. He poured the tea from the plastic teapot into the china cup. The tea was still very hot. “They couldn’t have gone a long time ago,” he figured out. He pictured his best friend saying sarcastically to him, “You’re Albert Einstein.”

He chuckled.

He was about to go upstairs, after the scrumptious breakfast, but discovered a note on the table by the telephone, folded perfectly in half. He snatched at the paper and opened it. He, at once noticed his mother’s style sketching nice pictures of random objects. She was quite an artist. Jack had perceptibly not got his mother’s talent. He looked at the writing. The letter read:

Jack, Saturday 24/7

Your father and I are going to my aunt’s house. She had some bad news about Killer (her dog). I have left a tener on the sofa in the living room if you want to go out. You can have a Pot Noodle for lunch. We did not want to wake you up after you had that bad dream. We should be back by about 3 in the afternoon. Harry’s coming with us as well. I want you to read another 20 pages of the book you brought home from school by the time we get back.

Love you lots

Mum

XXX

She always put the XXX symbol there. It was like her signature. He didn’t know why she just didn’t replace her ordinary signature with XXX!

He checked for the ten-pound note. It was effortlessly spotted.

Jack was thinking, ” How could they do this to me. I loved her aunt’s dog. We would play for hours. And they have only left me on my own for one hour, and maybe more!” Then he changed his mind. “No!” he thought, ferociously in his mind. “I can do whatever I want. I can play on my PlayStation 2; I can go out if I want. But what if something goes wrong?” he wrestled with his mind. His mind was switching back and forth like a tennis ball.

After he had finished his shower, he went downstairs and started playing on his PlayStation 2.

“RING RING … RING-” began the phone.

Jack wondered who it could be. He picked up the receiver. He said, “Hello, this is Jack”

“Hello,” said the voice, whispering and having heavy breaths. “I know you are alone, I saw your parents leave your driveway.”

“H – H – Who is this,” he asked, so terrified that I was shaking rapidly, faster than a massage chair on its highest setting.

“Your worst nightmare” he carried on murmuring.

As soon as he said that the door was thumped on twice, one louder than the other.

“Scared now,” the chilling voice carried on. Jack remembered his distressing dream and was now anxious about how this sick guy knew about his dreadful dream.

Suddenly, I heard a key turn in my lock. I twisted quickly towards the door. The door opened. I wanted to run but my legs were not coordinating. Suddenly, a hideous skeleton came at torpedo speed, making a huge leap on him. “AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!” Jack screamed.

The skeleton took its mask off. It was my own brother, Harry, laughing madly, turning off his mobile.

“You should have seen your face!” he yelled.

This suit was definitely worth buying two years ago for Halloween.

“You scared me so much, and who told you about my dream.”

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