Tonisha

Have you ever wondered what is going on at 48 Elm St? Let me tell you. Once upon a time there lived a man called Jon Coffie. He lived at number 48 Elm St and he was a stocky build, his body color is dark brown and his nationality, Samoan / Maori. Jon Coffie walks down Elm Street and saw an innocent 5-year-old girl whose name was Isabel. She was riding her bike then stopped when her shoelace got stuck in the chain. Jon Coffie then approaches her from behind and chops off her head. Her head slid off her body and went crashing to the ground. But no one saw except a little girl called Jill. Jill was Isabella’s best friend. “Agggghhhhhhhhhhh!” said the little girl running without thinking where to, away from the horror. Little did she know that she was heading in the wrong direction? Before she knows it she was in the old graveyard. A monster rises from his grave and drags the little girl down to hell. She is only seen occasionally as a ghost in the evening crying as she runs. Jon Coffie found the same grave monster and eats the ghost and blood from the girl squirts out until the spirit heads into the ground. That was the end of him bothering innocent victims in the graveyard in the evening! One dark night Jon Coffie was again roaming the St late at night holding a knife under his long black coat. He saw his next victims, two teenage girls sitting in a bus stop shelter. He starts walking then, running then sprinting towards them ……… out of the blue… “AHHHH! Help me. Help me!” screamed one off the girls while the other one ran off down the street as fast as she could. Her friend was just not lucky. Her end was near. The long knife was drawn and held up glinting in the light of the lamppost. It plunged down and that was the last breath she took. Now the entire village knows - whatever you do, don’t walk the streets at night and stay away from bus stops.