Wednesday, 12 March 2008

HORROR STORY by Tomas I. (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…

The man went outside and he saw a lot of zombies, and they took him away, to their cave. There he remembered that he had one bazooka in his bag, but the bag was in his tent and he was in the zombies' cave.

He went out running and one million zombies followed him. When he arrived at his tent he took the bag and he took the bazooka and he shot the zombies and killed all of them. He slept and he went home.

1 comment:

  1. Hi, Tomas. Thank you for your story. How could your protagonist sleep after such an experience? It would be impossible for me.

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