Catastrophe Terror that Lurked Under My BedthCAU3ZFGZ

By Taylor    Age 8

“Fooooo!” The wind howled past the corners of the house. It was almost my bedtime. “Taylor,” my mum yelled. “What’s it now?” I moaned back. It’s time for bed. My eyes widened and I lost my balance. OK, I liked bedtime but I lied I hated bedtime.

I crept up to my bed. I put my left leg up onto the bed. It was safe. I was going to take no chances of being eaten. I leapt onto the bed but my leg was walking right out of my body. I was being pulled under. I started to breath heavily. “Ahhhhh!” I shrieked but it was too late. I was gone. My room was left silent for ever.