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08/10/2013 Jane Prowse http://www.hattorihachi.com

It was my worst nightmare.  I was alone, in the dark, unsure where I was or how I’d ended up there.  

It was hard to believe that only a few hours before I’d been lying on a beach in the hot sun with a large fruit punch cocktail in my hand, under a bright yellow umbrella, wearing my brand new orange polka dot bikini.  I’d felt so pleased with myself.  Who but me could have so easily won a competition for a holiday for all my family..?  All I’d had to do was send a photo of myself, my house, my mum and my dad and pets, which these days was just my terrier, Danny, and my guinea pig, Dora.

“Why I deserve a sunny break with my folks”, the competition had been called, and I’d told them exactly why we deserved to win, in just thirty words.  “Because my dad lost his job and we’re broke; mum’s worn out worrying and I’m going crazy cooped up in my bedroom with no pocket money and nothing to do”.

Only now, as I stretched out my hand and felt the cold concrete of what felt like some kind of underground bunker, did it start to dawn on me that the whole things might just be some horrible, terrifying scam...

 

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Comment by Adam Lancaster on October 8, 2013 at 9:57

A scam that now meant I was on my own with no idea where my parents where, if they were alive or how the hell I was going to get out of here.

Fear and panic was starting to rise in my chest as I felt my whole body tighten. I hadn't had a panic attack for 3 years now but I could feel the familiar feeling rising in my body.

"Concentrate" my mind kept shouting. "Concentrate on something small" I t was my mother's voice I was hearing as I squeezed my eyes shut. "Concentrate on something small, something you can control and believe in it. Believe you can control it. Start with your breathing. Deeply in and slowl out".

I began to try and calm my breathing down just like the voice was telling me. I was trying to block out the fact that it was my mum, the fact that if i really thought about I was going to fall apart. I realised that I had pressed the heel of my hand so far into my eyes that it was starting to hurt.

Slowly I was I gained control until I could open my eyes. Open my eyes and try to work out where the hell I was.

Sam Yr8

Comment by Lorraine French on October 8, 2013 at 11:03

 

I couldn’t see a thing apart from complete darkness; it slowly crept into my soul making me shiver with fright. My teeth started chattering so hard as if I was wearing clothes made out of snow and ice. I could hear the sound of water dripping on the cold, rough, stone floor. The sound was almost hypnotising and the freezing temperature was making me sick to my stomach. I grovelled on the floor, breaking my nails because of the hard, jagged stone it was made out of trying to find a source of heat and light.

As I learned to cope with the overwhelming coldness, I curled up into a ball trying to figure out where I was and trying to fight back the tears welling up in my eyes. I slouched up and stretched and heard most of my weak bones click and crack. Then I saw something peculiar in the corner of my eye waving, that’s when I realised where the droplets of water were coming from.

My legs felt like jelly only weaker; it felt like I hadn’t stood up in ages. But for all I knew that could have been the case. I dragged my bleeding feet along the sharp ground as I walked over to the now louder noise of the water dripping. I waved my arms about trying to find something to grasp onto. That’s when my freedom from wherever I was began; with a long, damp rope dangling from the ceiling and hopefully it was my way out of this dark, cramped abyss...

 

ISAAC AND HARRY YR8, TRINITY SCHOOL

Comment by Jayne Davidson, WHHS, UK on October 8, 2013 at 12:29
I began to haul myself up the rope, eager to get out of this cold, unforgiving nightmare. I saw a light creeping in through a hole in the roof, but my hands felt like they were on fire, I did not know whether or not I would make it. I managed to wriggle through the hole and push myself up. I struggled upwards and found I was facing a cloaked figure. He slowly raised his face and where there should have been a face there was an endless world of darkness. He swiftly grabbed my hand and began to drag me through endless winding streets. I struggled trying to free myself of his cold, clammy hands but he would not let go. In the distance I saw plenty of other hooded people and my spine shivered. A small girl trudged past, she wore rags and her hand was bleeding terribly. She looked at me with big, blue, pleading eyes. She suddenly stumbled and fell causing a fresh wave of blood to spill across the floor. I noticed she was being followed by yet another hooded figure. I watched as she limped away, then continued.
We stopped abruptly. I looked upwards and saw a dark, ominous building stretching upwards through the grey storm clouds. Crows circled the building. I walked in through the tall, iron gates. I wondered what would become of me….
By Avneet and Ellie
West Hatch High School
Comment by Nikki Heath on October 8, 2013 at 13:49

As I stumbled through the heavy iron gates, in front of me were two more hooded figures with freshly sharpened spears guarding the front door like a treasured possession. As I was forced to the decaying wooden doors, I felt a sense of fear overwhelming me, what was going to happen? I thought. The heavy doors moaned and wailed as they were harshly pulled open by the most disgusting creature of a man. He was short and stout, with eyes as sharp as knives, his face tired and wrinkled whilst his tattered maroon cloak draped just below his knobbly knees. I felt the unrelenting force of the two men behind me, pushing me forward towards him. “Welcome “croaked the creature as he cackled an ear-splitting laugh. He then proceeded to place his bony old arm upon my shoulder, steering me towards the mysterious grey building...

 By Chloe G and Amy F, 

Werneth School, Stockport, UK

Comment by Allison Painich on October 8, 2013 at 16:32
I never found my family because it's very difficult. I think I deserve to catch a break, but I still need them here with me.

Step 1: Call police
Step 2: Stay there
Step 3: Take them to the police station

Then I used those steps and found my way home, but they weren't there because they were at the gift store.

Jamaray and Lacurtis
Sallie Humble Elementary
Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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