Never sleep in the lower bunk
by Laura
Climbing up to the top bunk, Katie peered down at her little sister Ella who had fallen asleep whilst sulking. Settling into bed, Katie heard some weird noises. Scrap…Clunk…Scrap…Clunk…She decided to ignore the noises and fell into a deep sleep. In the morning, Katie woke to the sun pouring through the window. She was so excited that she didn’t bother to look why there weren’t tiny snores coming from the bottom bunk. When she got downstairs, she was surprised and disappointed to see that her Mother wasn’t cheerily flipping pancakes on the frying pan and her family nowhere to be seen. After all, it wasn’t suspicious, her parents and sister always went out for long morning strolls around the local lake. Katie’s stomach rumbled and she got some cornflakes out of the pantry, not noticing the note on the door… Putting the cornflakes away after eating, Katie heard a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, Katie saw her father, pale faced and looking anxious. She opened the door immediately as he grabbed her and dragged her to their tiny car. Katie’s dad gruffly pushed her into the car, causing her to bang her head roughly on the door. But she knew it must be serious, as she had never seen her dad look this anxious before. Before she knew it, Katie had fallen fast asleep. Katie suddenly woke to a sharp jolt. Rubbing her eyes, she realised where she was. She was scared. She was petrified. Things were not right; this wasn’t the normal day for her. She expected her dad to suddenly say to her “It’s just a joke Katie!” and pat her on the back heartily. But it wasn’t a joke. Somehow she knew that her dad wouldn’t take her to the Local Hospital for a joke. “I just woke up and went into your bedroom, there was blood over the covers” her dad explained to Katie anxiously, about to break into tears for about the millionth time this day. “And she was…Dead” her dad finished off, tears about to pour down his cheeks like stones down a hill. Katie was so surprised, how it had come so quickly. Her Mother was even sadder, having gone to Katie’s grandmother’s to tell her the devastating news. Her younger six year old sister was dead. A week later, Katie still hadn’t gotten over Ella’s death. It was the first night for her family back at home, after sleeping at her grandma’s. For a different experience, that night Katie decided to sleep on the bottom bunk. She was scared, and stayed awake for a while. Suddenly she heard the noises she had heard the night before her sister Ella’s death. Scrap…Clunk…Scrap…Clunk… She got freaked out and petrified, clutched her teddy. After closing her eyes for a few minutes she opened her eyes to see the most terrifying sight. A man with icy blue eyes, no legs and scruffy grey hair was planted in her doorway, a blood covered axe in his hands. She gave out one bloodcurdling scream before the murderer sank his axe into her chest. Click here to read or post comments. |
