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Doom through the Door

by Amelia Barwick aged 10 years, The Butts Primary School, Alton, Hampshire

 

The map had led us to an old wall dressed in ivy. I reached through the leaves till I was touching the bricks and felt my way sideways. The wall continued three paces then changed from the rough touch of fired sand to the smooth damp texture of rotting wood. We pulled the evergreen curtain aside. Beneath it was a hidden door. I grabbed the heavy iron ring handle that was riveted to the ancient wood and twisted it with both hands, hoping the door would open.

‘Click’ the door opened. I slowly crept down a damp gloomy path. Mumbles came from the distance. Thunder crackled. Buckets of rain splashed down on me. Towering trees loomed down over me. “Turn back!” I thought. Stumbling, I carried on almost wanting to die!

Leaves rustled causing my head to spin. A green mottled leg poked out from behind a tree, which looked like it was about to grab me with his twisting fingers. I stopped dead in my tracks! A shiver went down my spine. I looked again but the leg wasn’t there. I thought I was hallucinating and carried on like nothing ever happened. Of all of my bad ideas, that has to be my worst. A slimy hand grabbed my leg. Suddenly, I fell to the floor. Something or someone had pulled me back. Sodden grass numbed my fingers. A red trail of water rushed down my arm. My arm was bleeding as it got sliced on a rock that was beside me. There was a rumbling noise coming from behind me. I got up and ran...

An army of angry green figures where attacking me! A thousand, make that a million silhouettes were after me! Running for dear life, I ran straight into an ominous, abandoned castle. Cobwebs were everywhere. The stampede was gone. Walking backwards, I bumped straight into the bed of a vampire. A coffin! Howls echoed around the empty space. A hand clutched my shoulder and shoved me straight into the brunette coffin. Sharp edges from a skeleton dug into me. With all my might, I shot out of the dusty box. I could hear the chattering of the crowd of little individuals all wanting my insides out. I ran for my life, dodging any creepy things to do with death. I ran through the uninviting palace of doom.

I could hear a flutter of wings coming closer and closer. “Come closer darling!” whispered a calm, soothing voice. I emerged from the darkness and stared at her rose pink, frilly dress. “What are you doing here?” she asked. She flicked her blonde hair around and said, “No seriously, what are you doing here? Are you lost darling?” I nodded. “Oh, you poor thing! Let me show you the way.” she said with a smile.

We wondered past the erupting volcano. Lava started to splash near us and I got ready to die when suddenly Wonderella, the fairy princess who was showing me the way, covered us with a protective bubble. “That was so cool, Wonderella. I am so happy you’re with me!” I exclaimed. We walked down a secret passage way that only she and I knew about. I started to shiver as we got to a dungeon. “You go first,” she said high pitched. I stumbled with fear into the damp room. The door slammed behind me. ‘Click’ the door locked. “Let me out, Wonderella!” I cried with all my might. I sat on a dusty stall as I was extremely tired from all of the yelling. Cackles came from the other side of the door. At that moment, I realised that Wonderella wasn’t a fairy princess but she was a witch. I filled with rage. I wondered why I followed a suspicious and slightly scary being. I couldn’t believe my stupidity! A menacing claw picked the lock and entered the room. A black figure stood before me. “Do you still like your Wonderella now!” said a cackling warty demon. “I’ll get you back for this!” I screamed. I lunged out to punch her but she disappeared into thin air and I fell to the floor…

I was concussed from my fall. I woke up and sirens were blaring in my ears. Someone seized my wrists and handcuffed them together. I was shoved into a car, completely clueless about what I did! It was a long trip in the car. I tried to ask what I did wrong but they ignored me. Somehow I knew Wonderella was behind this! They tugged me into a large uninviting building. A heavy door was swung wide open. They propelled me into a small prison cell with rock hard beds. I shivered at the thought of how long I would have to stay there. Then a strange man said that I didn’t look like the murder type. “Murder! What?!” I exclaimed. “This is the cell for murderers!” he explained, “You will be executed soon!” I hated the thought I would die for nothing!

Every morning I tallied the amount of days I had been in there. I looked and I had been in there for sixty days. I missed my birthday and spent it in jail! Then, it was the day I would be executed. I tried to slip through the thick metal bars but it was no use. I just had to get ready to die. I guess it wasn’t that painful to die but I didn’t like seeing my body without a head. Also if you’re wondering how I wrote this because I’m dead, you don’t want to know…

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