CHAOS
It was dark and gloomy. The shadows flickered around the small bedroom. A small drop of water shot out of an alarm clock and landed on Stans forehead. Stan awoke with a start. Then he remembered. He had set his alarm clock for 1am so he could finish his english assignment. He quietly walked to his computer and turned it on. A shadow flickered outside. Stan looked out curiously. Then to his shock, a hooded black figure arose from the ground. It floated through his window. Stan tried to scream but nothing came out. The figure raised a cutlass above his head. Then, quicker than the human eye could see, slashed straight at Stans head...
Stan awoke with a start. It had all been a dream he realized and tried getting back to sleep. However he could not doze off. Eventually after 2 1/2 hours of tossing and turning, he finally managed to get some sleep.
BRING BRING! Stan wokec up as his alarm clock continued to ring. I was 7am. He went to the kitchen to find some breakfast. He found some frozen pancakes in the freezer. After he ate he showered and got all his books ready for school. He rode to his friend Nevilles house and they set off for school together. After arriving 3 minutes late, they hurried off for english class. The english teacher, Mr Wattlesworth, scowled at the pair for being late. When they found their usual seats at the back of the class, Mr Wattlesworth asked for their english assignments. Stan had been so engrossed in a game the day before, he had completely forgot about his homework. He was punished with detention that afternoon.
Stan was sitting in detention completing his overdue homework when a slip of paper floated through the window and landed on his desk. Stan turned the peice of paper over and read 'Fight me Stan, or i shall make you'. Stan ripped the peice of paper and chucked it into the bin. It was the fifth letter like that he had received that week. After he finshed his homework, he rode home and got straight to work on a math assignment. While halfway thrrough the math assignment it read : :( Fight me Stan :( : I have kidnapped your friend Neville. If you dont come to the Wheatfield in one hour, i will kill Neville and your family one by one. This officially freaked Stan out. He didnt want to lose his friend so he took his father pistol out of the closet and headed for the Wheatfield on his bike. When he arrived there was no one there but the farmer. Stan was about to ask the farmer if he had seen anything when the farmer started transforming...
Within 2 seconds the farmer had transformed into the hooded figure from Stans dream. He then conjured Neville up from no where. "You!" exclaimed Stan. The hooded figured pulled a scythe out of his black robe and poked Nevilled in the face with the handle. Neville fell unconscious on the floor."Call me ... Grim," said the hooded figure." Let the games begin," said Grim with a smile on his face.
Stan pulled the pistol from his pocket and took steady aim. Grim sunk into the ground and appeared behind Stan. "Over here little boy," Grim said menacingly. Stan turned around and took aim. Grim, faster than the human eye could see, pulled out a scythe and threw it at Stan. Stan pulled the trigger in reflex action. The bullet collided with the scythe, splitting the scythe in two. The bullet travelled on though, hitting Grim in the chest. Grim collapsed to the floor, defeated. However, the top half of the scythe was also still travelling. It connected in the chest also, but this time in Stans chest. He also fell to the floor, defeated.
Neville slowly woke up about an hour later. He saw the black clothes of Grim on the floor first. He was glad that Stan has gotten rid of that evil for good. However, he then saw Stans body and cried mournfully. He reported the death to the police and the funeral was held the next week.
THE END