HORROR STORY by Iraia L. (DBH2)

He had heard that the mountain was haunted, but he didn’t care. That summer night, the moon was full as he knocked the last peg into the ropes that secured his small, one-man tent. He was up there alone, on the summit of Ben McDhui, an isolated peak in the Cairngorm Mountains of Scotland. He enjoyed being alone. He could think about things, make plans, relax.

Then suddenly he heard the noise. At first he thought it might be another mountaineer, another loner, up there on the summit like him. But then when he heard the noise again, he realised that he was mistaken. No man could produce the noise that he had just heard…

He turned on the lantern and he saw a big leg. Then, he looked up and he saw a very big dragon. He went running and he crashed into one big tree. Ten minutes later he went back and he saw everything broken but the big dragon didn’t appear. He grabbed his backpack and he went very frightened to his house.

From then on he didn’t go to any haunted mountain or place.