WINTER MORNING
by Benjamin Andrews
It was a winter morning, dark clouds filled the sky and shadows crept along the sidewalk. The wind was cold and howled along my neck. The school swings were squeaking, creaking, and clanking together, as almost it was some kind of warning. My curious mind made me step closer and closer or as if someone was drawing me in. The strange thing was that there were no other children then me on the playground. I nervously walked to my class room, but on the way there I ran into my teacher. My teacher walked right passed me, T said “Hi” but got no response. It made me evern more curious that my teacher would just walk blindly passed me. I kept asking myself “Whats going on?" As T asked myself the question one more time, T looked about saw the shadows lurking around me as if they were about to reach for my soul and steal it. The shadows drew nearer as if they came to life. I paused just for a few moments and then ran to my class room. T ran so fast like my life depended on it. Then the shadows swayed towards me and I knew that I was cursed. T reached class room door. T put my hand on the door knob and it was cols as ever. I twisted and turned it, but it wouldn’t budge. The shaows were right down the hall and my heart pounded franticlly like it would burst. Then I heard a crack and the door knob turned all the way. I swung the door open as hard as I could and ran inside. I paused once more like I did before and shut the door. I thought and thought, then realized that my class room number was “Room 13” and it was “Friday the Thirteenth”. I looked at my watch and it was"8:13”, at that moment I knew something bad wasabout to happen. The door shook like someone was pounding on it. Then I remembered the shadows. I grabed the yard stick to proteat myself, but knew it wouldn’t help. The door opend and a shadow appeared or more like a soul. The shadow or soul seemed to go in me like I was a random victom. Everything went black, I woke up in my bed, in my house and knew it was a dream.....
....or was it?
copyright-Benjamin Andrews
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