Got a face made out of rock.
He likes eating children.
He has a cave up in a snowy mountain.
He kidnaps kids and takes them to his cave up in a mountain.
His rocky face is always white and no other colour.
He has never been caught before.
Monster Story
One day when me (Elliot) and my best friend (Darren) were in
school and overheard a conversation about a bit of killer on the loose. We didn’t
think much of it as there were always a lot of crazy stories going on in the
playground. They were saying that he was called “rock face” and then they
starting listing characteristics of him, things like “he had a face made out of
rock” and so on. Another thing they said was that he had never been caught
before. Me and Darren seemed to be intrigued by this part of the story and
decided to start listening some more. As they went on talking about this so
called “mad man” they said that he had a cave up in the mountains and that was
where he took his victims. We found it quite horrible to think about especially
the poor little children that he had caught. When they were finished with their
conversation, me and Darren decided to do something that we later on greatly
regretted. After school me and Darren said that we would meet up in the local
park and decide our route from there. The days went quicker than I thought it
would and in no time me and Darren were sitting in the swings discussing our
route to the somewhat deadly part of the mountain. We realised that we would
need a lot of equipment to go up there and postponed the trip to a later date.
As I got in that day I thought that it was best not to tell my mum about my
trip as she would probably go insane and start screaming at me to not go up
there. School the next day dragged and I didn’t feel up to it. I went home
feeling tired that day and wondered if going up the mountain was the best idea.
Shaking myself out of it and remembering how much fun we would have I rang
Darren to make sure that he was still up for going as well. He said yes and was
actually still packing when I rang him. The next day was Saturday and I was
extremely excited to go on the much planned trip. I told my mum that me and
Darren we meeting up and going somewhere. Before I knew it we where half way up
the mountain with our very big coats on and our hats keeping our heads warm. As
we got up the mountain we realised that we may be wasting our time because there
didn’t seem to be any caves around but just as we were on the verge of turning
round we noticed in the distance there was a little hole in the side of the
mountain. Knowing that this was not a very good idea we edged our way towards
this creepy hole were we knew we would meet a bloodthirsty beast welcoming us
into his lair. It seemed to be quite a big entrance and didn’t seem very scary
at first but as we got into it we realised that we really shouldn’t have done
this. Knowing that were was no turning back we set off to find us a monster.
There was a giant living room as we got in and there was a man sitting in a
rather big arm chair which seemed to look like “rock face”. He saw us immediately
and starting asking us questions like “who are you hooligans?” and “what do you
want with me?” we didn’t answer very well as we were too busy shaking. Darren
tried to run but quite easily stopped by the rather quick moving “rock face”. “Why
are going so early” he said with a cheeky grin with a bit of a spooky laugh. I
saw that he had a scar down the left hand side of his face. My tactic was to
grab anything that I could and hit him anywhere but the face because I could
see that he wouldn’t have felt a thing if I did. I could see a rather large
glass vase next to him and decided that would be my perfect weapon. After that
I could remember much as it was just a blur and I went back to school on Monday
telling all my friends of the tale that had taken place on that very snowy but
creepy mountain.
THE END
No comments:
Post a Comment