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It was a cold winter night and I was sleeping in my warm and cosy bed. My cousins had come to stay with me at my house. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, but getting closer by each passing minute.

I woke up and saw that my cousins were not sleeping in the spare beds in my room. They were gone! I had a thousand questions in my mind, 'Where were they? Had someone kidnapped them?'

This filled me with fright. I wondered if I should go and tell my parents, then decided to check downstairs first to see if they were playing tricks with me or trying to pull my leg? I stepped out of the room and decided to go downstairs to investigate.

When I stepped on the top step, I slipped and rolled down the stairs like a ball. It was the most miserable experience rolling down the stairs! My legs were hurting and I had a bump on my forehead.

When I entered the living room, the electricity went off and because I couldn't see anything, I accidentally bumped into the wall. This made me feel dizzy. When I looked beside me, I saw a figure but couldn't make out what it was. The figure started to move here and there, and then I heard eerie and spooky sounds.

I glanced back towards the direction of the figure, but there was no sign of it this time. This made me frightened. Again I could hear someone talking and jumping in the room. I stayed rooted where I was.

Suddenly the TV switched on by itself. I was totally scared now. Then I felt as if someone was patting my shoulder. I hurried in the direction of the electricity switch and turned it on. Suddenly a person with bandages appeared in front of me and turned off the lights. I froze with fright for a moment but managed to muster enough courage to move away, only trip over a rope.

Someone then switched the lights on again. I thought the mummy I had just seen had appeared again and I screamed at the top of my voice as I couldn't bear it anymore. I then looked toward the direction of the figure and saw my mother.

For an instance I was too frightened to move, then relief came over me and I rushed towards her and hugged her. As I breathlessly tried to tell her what I had just experienced, I heard laughter. My cousins jumped out from behind the sofas and started laughing at me. I couldn't believe it! How could they scare me like that?

But soon I was also laughing with them after I had calmed down and we all went to my room to finally sleep. But I couldn't sleep for a long time as I was planning on how I would get back at them for playing such a mean prank at me. Get ready cousins, it is going to be my turn to scare you soon.
Published in Dawn, Young World, May 19th, 2018

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It was a cold winter night and I was sleeping in my warm and cosy bed. My cousins had come to stay with me at my house. The sound of thunder could be heard in the distance, but getting closer by each passing minute.

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Describe the physical qualities of a criminal/robber/intruder

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Describe the physical qualities of a criminal/robber/intruder

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Describe the qualities of a victim of a house break-in

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Describe the qualities of a victim of a house break-in

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It was an early Saturday morning and the sun was hidden behind dense clouds. The weather was unusually pleasant and my family decided to visit a haunted house in the newly-constructed amusement park in the city. We had read amazing reviews about the new attraction in the city and so we thought of visiting it.

I, my brother and sister were just right for the age limit too. At around 7:00 pm, we decided it was time to go otherwise it would get too late and the place would become very crowded.

I was very excited to visit a haunted house, as it had always been a dream for me. When we reached the amusement park, I was delighted to see a huge place where there were plenty of fun activities and thrilling rides. Since our main focus was the haunted house, we quickly bought the haunted house tickets from a ticket counter and headed straight for what appeared to be an empty and an abandoned house, labelled The Haunted House.

My first step inside the haunted house was horrific and every bit of it felt real. A thousand wild thoughts ran in my mind and I stood startled next to my dump-struck sister and brother. My jaw dropped and I felt like exiting the area without further ado, but now there was no way to go back. I held on tightly to my terrified sister. Inch by inch I felt goose bumps spread over my body and I was shaking with terror.

As I turned back to look at my parents, I realised they had been following another path in the haunted house, my brother was following another path and my sister and I were following a totally different path.

Both of us were walking close to each other, hand in hand when we felt someone tap our back. It was a horrible-looking person with blood-like liquid oozing out of his hands and face. His large black eyes were jutting out of his face and he stood with a hammer in his hand. He wore ripped and torn clothes and had a tag written "bleeding scream".

Our hearts pounded and sweat covered our pale faces. From nowhere a book rose high and from it one could hear screams. Blood-like liquid then splashed out of it and both of us screamed in horror. We panicked when we suddenly saw a cart coming towards us. We knew it was for us and we sat in it with terror. It drove along past ghosts, scary creatures and wizards who were bewitching human bodies. I and my sister could feel our blood curdle, spine chill and our hair rise straight up. It was indeed the most eerie place we had been to.

The cart slowed down a little and we could hear the roof cracking and blood like liquid dripping from the roof. From far away, we could see a man standing with a knife. Our cart was making us go nearer and nearer to that man and suddenly ... our cart fell deep down into an underground place was filled with goblins. My sister and I held on to each other tightly. We could sense that our ride was finally coming to an end. The ride was zooming past horrifying figures. Ahead we could see an opening far away.

We saw our parents and brother waving towards us looking haggard and frightened.

A few moments later, we were off the appalling ride, our hair were all messed up and eyes were red with distraught. Sweat was dripping off our faces and our hearts were pumping very fast.

This was no doubt the most horrific and frightening experience that I had ever had.

Since that day, we have never thought about going in that haunted house ever again. Despite the fact that it was terrifying, it was an amazing and a memorable ride. That night we slept at the edge of our beds in great horror and trepidation.

Published in Dawn, Young World, November 24th, 2018

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Story Time: My most frightening experience

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It was an early Saturday morning and the sun was hidden behind dense clouds. The weather was unusually pleasant and my family decided to visit a haunted house in the newly-constructed amusement park in the city. We had read amazing reviews about the new attraction in the city and so we thought of visiting it.

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My eyes were darted on the sight of the long wooden hockey stick at the corner of the room which was about three steps away from me. The hockey stick was supposedly hard enough to make the assailant a bit dizzy so i can take a chance of survival although there was barely any chances for me to survive with my short legs and the fear inside of me which send shivers that might affect my moves. I made a long step towards the hockey stick so that i did not have take too much time to grab it. I took a strong grip upon it and smashed it towards the assailant's face. While he was screaming in pain, he shown a sign of anger when he was cursing and throwing bad words to me. I took a chance to run for my life while he was still in pain.

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I had a vague recollection of placing my brother’s sturdy carbon fibre hockey stick that my father bought for his past birthday gift. As soon as I casted my mind back, the intruder’s footsteps began to come closer to my hide spot, causing my whole body to dispatch chills down my spine. The last rays of the street lamps along my house fell slanting through the window whereas I noticed a long-handled stick with one curved end that used in hockey leaned on the wall. Like a rat up a drainpipe, I marched warily through all the hazards to grab it, ceaselessly chanting my prayers as I sauntered cautiously my way towards it. Stealing a glance at my surroundings, the silhouette intruder suddenly patted my shoulders from behind making my elemental surge of adrenaline rush especially when he pointed a bronzy-metal unfathomable gun at my head. I began to shout at the top of my lungs, more piercingly than I had ever thought possible. With the energy I had, I grapple with the big-boned man in order to let myself out.

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A long wooden hockey stick with blood stain leaned at the corner of the room.  It seem like it summoned  a person to strike their body. My whole body was shivering while my head reeling a plan to get the hockey stick.The surrounding was pitch-black and the only thing that I can see was a glimpse stood in front of me. I moved in a tip toed in hope the brawny guy didn't notice. It gave me goosebumps as I made each step towards the bloody hockey stick. I felt a rough surface and immediately thought it was the hockey stick. I rubbed it up and down to making sure it is before I continued my plan on beating him. I crawled and stood behind him as I swing the long hockey stick with the target of his round head. I heard a roar sound escaping his mouth. A sturdy man grabbing his head with his eyes glued on me. With all my zest, I ran like I was in a battle to the immense door  and  attempted on unlatched the door but failed. He lets out a laugh and handlock me. I jostled to escape but I froze with a sudden appearance of  a gun at my temple. His mysterious eyes looked directly at me. I can't say a word. This wicked man dragged me to sit on a rusty chair and tied both of my hands and legs. He took out a blade then threaten to kill me if i'm not well behaved.The words didn't affect me at all as I screamed my lungs out.  A trust of the knife slicing my neck and the blood dripping one by one made me lost my mind. This frightening situation made me tremble like  a leaf. I can't stand the continuous blood and passed out.

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WAKING UP TO FIND A BURGLAR IN YOUR ROOM

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WAKING UP TO FIND A BURGLAR IN YOUR ROOM

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The heart stopping horror of waking up to find an intruder in your bedroom

Waking up to find a burglar has left Moira Petty afraid to be home alone

One in four victims of burglary are left suffering from anxiety or depression

Two years on, Moira still panics when she hears a noise in the night

Undoubtedly, it's one of your worst fears. To wake up in the middle of the night, alone, and find a strange man standing in your bedroom.

Imagine it for a moment, if you can bear to. The horrible confusion as you blearily open your eyes. The heart-stopping moment you register precisely what's happening. The terrible threat unfolding before you, when you feel at your most vulnerable, dressed only in your nightclothes, the rest of the world asleep outside.

Not to forget the sheer sense of powerlessness gripping you, clawing at your heart, squeezing the breath out of your lungs.

This is exactly what happened to me two years ago, when I woke in the darkness and saw a burglar at the end of my bed. To this day, I relive those moments, that terrible fear, running it through my mind again and again.

Simply put, I still don't feel safe in my own home, my own bed, my own skin. Only now do I truly understand what those who have experienced a burglary mean when they talk about being violated by the intruder.

That Friday night, I'd decided to go to bed early after an exhausting week. I had plans for the weekend and wanted to feel refreshed. My head hit the pillow and I was asleep.

But an hour-and-a-half later, at around 11.30pm, something invaded my deep sleep. Through the darkness, I could hear the slow squeak of the door handle being turned.

My eyes were still shut. I was more asleep than awake. Yet, in some primitive extra-sensory way, I could feel - more than see or hear - that there was a presence in my room.

There was an eerie sensation of time stretching. Those few seconds seemed to go on for ever. My sleep-fogged brain told me I has having a strange dream in which one of my neighbours had somehow come into the wrong flat.

Suddenly, I was propelled into wakefulness. This was no trick played by my unconsciousness. This unknown person, this intruder, was coming towards me through the gloom. I'm extremely short-sighted, so I couldn't see him clearly, all I could make out was his outline. He was dressed all in black, tall, young and athletic - and far more powerful than me.

I could hear his breathing as he paced swiftly across the room until he stood at the end of my bed.
'What are you doing here?' I mumbled.

'It's all right,' he said.

But it was far from all right. From somewhere inside me came a huge, elemental surge of adrenaline and I began to scream, more piercingly than I had ever thought possible. The intruder leaned across the bed - across my screaming frame - and reached out to grab two containers of jewellery from a chest of drawers on the other side of me.

'Get out! Get out!' I shouted. Clutching his loot, he turned and headed for the door. I got out of bed and stumbled down the hallway. He was gone. The rush of energy left me and I could feel my blood running cold with shock.

Over the hours, days and months that followed I experienced a range of emotions, but the abiding one was the feeling of unease in my own home.

A survey released last week found that one in four victims of burglary are left with mental scars, suffering from anxiety or depression. They worry about keeping their family safe and have an increased fear of falling prey to violence or street robberies.

I know how they feel. I live in a leafy, well-heeled part of North London. If my own home could be invaded, how would I ever feel safe?

Those thoughts were for the future, though, as I stood, stupefied, in the hall. Grabbing my phone, I dialled my friend and upstairs neighbour, Carolyn, and whispered: 'I think I've just been burgled.'

Why did I say 'I think?' Undoubtedly it was the shock, now flooding my entire system. When Carolyn said she was going to call the police, I said I didn't want her to, an irrational comment provoked by the wish for it all to be over.

Luckily, she made the call before running down to my flat. When two police officers arrived soon after, I told them I thought the burglar had broken into my first-floor flat through the toilet window. I'd left it ajar, but it was now wide open. I thought he must have shimmied up the drain pipe, which is painted with anti-climb paint, as he'd left smudgy black marks on the window frames. I was in too much of a daze to realise that the window is too small for anyone to wriggle through.

But in the sitting room, I noticed the silk curtains on the balcony doors at the front of the property were awry. The double-glazed glass to one of the doors was smashed into tiny pieces. A hammer lay abandoned on the floor.

I felt sickened at the thought of the violence needed to lay waste to the toughened glass.

Nausea set in as I reconstructed what must have happened.

He had climbed over the side railings and scaled the drainpipe to the toilet window. Unable to get in, he'd gone to the front, pushed a wheelie bin underneath my balcony and used it to haul himself up.

Sitting there with the police, I was overwhelmed with terror at this man's determination to get into my home. When the officers asked how he'd left, it occurred to me, in a stomach-churning revelation, that I had only assumed he'd used the front door. Supposing he was still there?

Thankfully, the police searched every cupboard and under every piece of furniture to assure me he was gone.

It was about 2am by the time I went back to bed. By then I was filled with a new wave of adrenaline, this time fuelled by rage, not fear.

How dare he? I took a walking stick from a selection in the umbrella stand, gave it a few whirls in the air to satisfy myself it could be called into action, then propped it by my bed.

Nerves jangling, I found it impossible to sleep.

The next day was a blur of visitors - neighbours, some friends I'd phoned and a builder to board up the balcony door.

First, though, was the scene-of-crimes officer, who confirmed that the burglar had been wearing gloves and not left any prints.

It's well known that burglars often rapidly return to properties they've broken into. Exhausted though I was, I delayed going to bed as late as I could the next night. When I did, I left the lights blazing.

The next morning, my daughter, in her early 20s, rang me. I'd put off telling her as I knew she'd be worried as I live alone. But when I heard her voice, I did what I'd managed not to do so far. I burst into tears and told her everything.

'I'm coming straight over,' she said and came within half an hour.

We spent the day together and she stayed over that night. For several weeks afterwards, she insisted I ring her mobile when I got up, to let her know I was safe and well.

'You were really brave,' she said. That hadn't occurred to me before. But if I'd been asked how I would have reacted to waking up to a stranger in my bedroom, I would have imagined being paralysed with fear. Instead, I'd screamed him out of the place.

I remembered how he'd stumbled past some boxes of books in the hall shouting: 'I'm trying to,' as I shrieked at him to 'Get out.' I was surprised that, rather than remaining passive, I'd responded instinctively, like someone fighting for their life.

A detective later visited, took a statement and asked me to fill in a list of the missing items. The stolen jewellery was worth about £4,000 and, irksomely, I'd not got round to renewing my insurance.

But the loss of my jewellery was nothing in comparison with my lost peace of mind. I obsessed about what I could do to make myself safer. I thought about moving but it wasn't practical. I joked I'd get a couple of powerful dogs, but settled on an alarm and new locks.

Even so, two years on, if I hear a bump or thud, night or day, I grab a walking stick and investigate, my mouth dry, hands clammy. Previously a fresh-air fiend, I'm now wary about having windows open unless I'm in the room.

The spine-chilling experience of coming face to face with him, at my most defenceless, has undoubtedly left deep emotional scars

I feel intensely vulnerable, particularly as I couldn't see the man clearly. My descriptions of him were based on a mere sense of his size and age. I realised I could pass him on the street without ever knowing it was him.

Feelings of anger, panic, dread, have come and gone. Sometimes, I even laugh at myself for feeling furious that this man had clomped into my bedroom and across my sheepskin rugs without removing his outdoor shoes.

While the police were great, and I even spoke at length by phone to the senior officer running the investigation, I haven't heard anything from them since. It makes me feel so helpless to know he's still out there, presumably terrifying others just as he terrified me.

That's the worst thing of all. If he'd broken in while I was out, I'm sure I would have felt my home had been defiled. But the spine-chilling experience of coming face to face with him, at my most defenceless, has undoubtedly left deep emotional scars.

He's robbed me of the right to feel safe when I shut my own front door. To go, happy and secure, to my own bed every night. And for that I'll never forgive him.

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The horror of waking up to find an intruder in your bedroom

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Waking up to find a burglar has left Moira Petty afraid to be home alone One in four victims of burglary are left suffering from anxiety or depression Two years on, Moira still panics when she hears a noise in the night Undoubtedly, it's one of your worst fears.

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A lengthy,wooden hockey stick was at the corner of a dark staircase which seemed called me to come pick it up silently. I looked down and tried to step out of the room and in a state of fear i dared to pick up a hockey stick. Since i already wandering every corner of the house,so I can walk even in the dark. With trembling hands, I held a hockey stick while praying in my heart to be given durability to hit the robber.  I see that the man was in a state of groping the sofa to find something. It maked my blood flow very fast. My whole body was cold from fear of seeing the man. Without wasting time, I ran and hit the man with all my might. Even though I knew that the man was very strong and had muscles, I  tried with all the clout I had. We jostle each other until finally I was held so tightly and I even could not move. The man pointed the gun at my head.

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MARYAM

A long-black hockey stick that my father bought for his friend reflects on my mind which is the only armament that can help me and located at the store in the backyard.  I strode adeptly to reach the weapon  without making any sound because this is my house  and I know every detail of it. This house’s plan was all of my ideas since I studied architecture at Cambridge University. I gripped the hockey as soon as I twisted the vibranium door knob and looked out for the interloper. my eyes dilated with horror when i saw the man just behind of me  grinning, over his black cap. relying on the dim street light which is stroked by the windows, I flogged him with all my might but he seems don't move an inch instead, the new hockey stick broke. I gasped and at the same time he grabbed my waist. surprised, I bumped my head onto his and poked his cerulean eyes,thank God he let go of me. At this terrifying moment, I managed to look closely at his appearance and know that I didn't get a slight chance to win over this jostle. He is muscular and I'm just a 5’3’ ft woman without any martial art or self defending technique. I dashed towards the door but he gripped my hair with his hand which made me fall backward and  got hit by one of the chairs there. He squatted on top of me and pointed a black MAG-95 which is manufactured by Łucznik Arms Factory from Poland right on my temple. My eyes started to glisten as I could hear he pulled the trigger. His cold eyes stare at mine emotionlessly.  Did he enjoy this? I thought before he dragged and tied me on a chair. After that he bent down and I vividly saw he ran his hand through his sweater and took out a dagger. wait, a dagger? I aggressively tried to untie myself and scream at the top of my lung seeking help but there’s no one. He chuckled softly and ran the dagger at my hand slowly yet, he is torturing me right now. but the difference is i can see hype in his eyes. again, i screamed but he acted fast by slitting my arm.
‘we’ll meet again Sarah’
Blood spattered to both of our faces and his laughter was the only thing I could hear before I passed out.
‘Arghh’ I yelled. Oh my God that was a terrible dream, I uttered as I rubbed my eyes. I heard the sound of bird chirping and searched for my phone but I realized something,
‘ wait a minute, why I’m at the store.’

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The girl tried to reach for a hockey stick at the corner of her room

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The girl tried to reach for a hockey stick at the corner of her room

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Izzuddin yahaya

When the sky turned dark as the moon rose,I started to memorize about a wooden hockey stick that I used as my weapon to protect myself from a despicable man who was staring at me. I began my steps for a ran from that suspicious stranger by making myself invisible into the shadow.Finally,I grabbed the wooden hockey stick but suddenly the room's lamps started to glow up.

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All of a sudden, I remembered that I had a long , wooden hockey stick at the corner of my house which seemed like it was calling me to pick it up as soon as possible . I quickly went in that way silently . I walk like I have oil wells .I heard someone's footprints when I ran to the corner of my house to grab that hockey stick . I felt useless at that time because I made some noises while taking the hockey stick even though I thought that I was already walking quietly. Suddenly , I have a lot of plans in my mind .  According to my plan , I want to use that as my potential weapon . Because I am used to being a hockey player in the past few years , I think I can use it well . It gave me a slight advantage . Then, I held the hockey with enthusiasm along with some plans hovering in my mind .  I saw a man wearing a black hoodie and black sunglasses who look like a creepy man want to come closer to me .  I feel like my heart is beating fast for no reason . Without wasting time , I quickly hit that creepy man repeatedly with a hockey stick . I think ,if I do that,  I can run from that creepy man  but I  was wrong because just a moment passed and the man held my wrist tightly. I just lost my mind. I can feel my death is in his hands because I could not escape from him.

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As I was wondering what to do , I remember that my late grandfather bought me a long hockey stick .A long-handled stick with one curved end that is used in hockey was placed behind the wall .i planned to run as fast as possible to grabbing that hockey stick and leave the place . but i heard someone's voice and i cant do anything but hid myself like a coward . i was kicked myself . without looking , i do a drastic movement and grab the hockey stick and hit the man who was stared at me . it's better to be safe than sorry !

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The girl tried to search for her phone for some light

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The girl tried to search for her phone for some light

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There was a long, metal hockey stick lying down on the floor at the corner  in the living room. She quickly ran and grabbed the hockey stick to defend her self from the man. She tried to hit the man that maked her blood ran cold, reling on the dim street lights but he was stronger. On his weather beaten skin she saw a dragon tattoo on his arm. It gave her goosebumps. Even without a blood flow to back it up the skin was tanned.

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I think of the wooden hockey stick placed somewhere in the room. I saunter inches from where I stand to the store to grab it. Following on my plan, the long hockey stick can be use as a potential weapon to protect myself from the intruder. The surrounding was pitch-dark and what I can see was a glimpse of a sturdy figure standing front of me and it make my blood run cold when I clearly saw him. Without a second thought, I swing the wooden stick brutally to the unknown man since I was in fear.

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Out of nowhere, my eyes were caught by a long wooden hockey stick that lay behind the door of my spacious bedroom and immediately tiptoed to get the only weapon that I encountered to save my life from being the predator of a vicious man. As  I have always exhibited in coming up with resourceful plans, I grew up supremely confident in my brilliant skill in which I was particularly talented in taekwondo. Besieged by the knowledge and in the midst of recollection, I tried to visualize the skills that my father had taught about self-defense whenever I encountered anyone suspicious. I made a virtue of necessity and without further ado, I boldly exited the room and raced towards the front door. Suddenly, glaring lights blinded me as he turned up with his cynical/wry and menacing smile that took away my mobility to make any movements and even run/paralyzed me in fear. Torn between the two for a very long time I was trembling with fear and astounded enshrouding me. I only had time to monologue with my creator to say “help me god” before the evil assailant rammed into my little petite body. At the crept night, just hot tears scalded my eyes as shock caused my body frail. It was torrential rain outside, the piercing sound of the imported glass shattering saturated with the air when I roughly grabbed the small vase. What made him fuming mad was when I tried to escape from him by kicking his belly that plump and stout but unfortunately it might seem trivial as he pulverized to a pulp and launched two severe punches to my face due to my action of throwing the vase.
I was in a daze and feel my blood run cold

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The man pointed a gun at the girl's head /temple

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The man pointed a gun at the girl's head /temple

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Without the slightest hint of sorrow in his menacing eyes , the perpetrator pointed his bronzy-metal unfathomable gun at my innocent temple, making my adrenaline rush and leaving me trembling in utmost/extreme/ultimate fear.

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The last rays of the street lamp fell slanting through the window whereas a long wooden hockey leaned on the wall. I grabbed it quickly as I suddenly heard a strange footsteps came into my house. (Searching for ideas, I will continue asap)

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I hardly recall the last time I placed my wooden hockey stick and it situate at the store. I cautiously crawl inches from the place towards the store to grab it. According to my plan, that was the only thing that I can think about to use as a potential weapon for my defense. Without inconsideration, I make quick movements and hit the unknown man roughly using my trembling hands. As he realised the pain, the man with the wicked face and muscular body grabbed my tiny arm and throw me away. (aleeya)

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Dig into the past, I realized that I have a shiny hockey stick in brown color that my father bought for me when I was five years old in the store at the backroom. I carefully exited my room and as quit as a mouse I tiptoe towards the back room to get the hockey stick. I can sneak into the back room quietly and safely because I know the architecture of my house. After I managed to pick up the hockey stick I continued towards the sound that coming from the living room downstairs and I saw a glimpse like a man opening the drawers in the living room. I silently approached towards the man and tried to hit him, by only relied on the dim street lights I can't see clearly but he managed to push away the hockey stick that I hold strongly. I struggled with him grabbing the hockey stick but eventually he managed to grab the hockey stick then thrown it aside and as fast as lightning I was already in the man's arms and he pointed a gun at my temple, with a little source of light I could see the anger in the man's eyes. He pushed me and tied me to a chair and pulled out a sharp knife that shone when exposed to street light. In a state of fear I tried to scream for help and at the same time I wanted to test the man's patience but everything gone wrong when he expressed his anger and slit my arms without guiltiness. I was shocked to see the shining juicy red blood flowing down from the wound that had just been slit by the man. Out of the blue, I felt like I was about to faint but I persevered to escape and made a wrong step and fell, I felt like my head did hit something and suddenly everything went dark. I woke up in a shocked situation and  saw my dead body in front of me, I’m really scared to see myself so I ran as far as I can until I saw a light at the end of the world. As I got closer to the light , I heard someone voice called my name then everything became dark all over again. When I opened my eyes I saw my mother in front of me looking at me worriedly and I realized that what happened earlier was just a bad dreams.

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Her memory returned to her father's favorite hockey stick stored neatly in the closet and as if there was a voice chanted towards her. With a slow step, she headed for the hockey stick even as sweat began to splash on her
wrinkled forehead.She then seize the hockey stick. Although her body shivered with fear as if to urinate and her heart was beating as fast as entering a car racing competition, she enhance her spirit to go towards the shadow of the man which is hidden in the crevice of the side of the room.

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It was Saturday night last week. My father, my younger brother and I planned to stay awake that night. Sitting happily together on a sofa in the living room, we were very excited as we watched a football final live which had started at 10.00 p.m that night. It was a match between Manchester United and one of our favourite football teams, Chelsea. We had been waiting for the match of these two great teams for a very long time. At times, we screamed at the top of our lungs when our favourite player, Frank Lampard was attempting to shoot a goal.

Suddenly, while we were watching the match, we heard loud wails. At first, we thought that it was most probably the sound of football fans cheering up on the television. Perhaps someone else was also watching the football finals and was screaming like us, too. However, as the wails grew louder, we realized that it was not something from the television. It was a real scream of panic and fear which were coming from outside. I felt a sudden need to see what was happening there. So, we ran towards the window and peeped through the window pane. There was a commotion outside. Surprisingly, we saw that there was a big fire that broke into Mr. Ramli’s house, which is just the opposite to our house. When we noticed the fire, I immediately called the firemen while my father ran downstairs to help.

Panic-stricken, people staying close to the house were running away from the helter skelter to save themselves. Soon, many people gathered to help, too. The children were filling up the buckets with water from the nearest water pipe while the men were carrying the buckets full of water to douse the house that was on fire. The mother of the children, Mr. Ramli’s wife, was watching while cradling a baby in her arms. Mr. Ramli’s family members and neighbors, including us, helped each other cooperatively to put out the fire.

I was gasping for breath, tired of carrying the buckets full of water.Suddenly,the firemen  came with their big truck and everyone was very grateful because they arrived as early as we did not expect.The firemen took out the host and began to put out the blaze.The fire takes 20 minutes to completely extinguish.Mr.Ramli thanked everyone especially his neighbours for helping him and also to the firemen for the quickly action.Lastly,we went home as it was already midnight.I went to the bed but the accident of that big fire still remembered in my head.

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A man who was holding a long hockey stick and still in his grasp, the hockey stick already had a piece of blood still flowing in the stick. The hockey stick seems to have been worn for a long time because there are many scratches and the surface of the hockey stick has parts that have been torn off. I was scared when I saw the blood because I had a phobia of blood when I was little. The criminal who wore all the black clothes was getting closer to me, the criminal also dragged the hockey all the way to his place to scare me. I remembered that I used to be a hockey player, so I knew how to use a hockey stick well. I intend to snatch a hockey stick from the criminal and use it to protect myself from the criminal. I let the criminal come close to me so I could grab the hockey stick. After I managed to snatch the hockey stick from the criminal, I hit the back of the criminal's head and fled with the hockey stick. I was relieved to be able to escape from the criminal, after a few minutes I walked inside the house, I still did not find the door that would lead me out of the creepy house. I felt scared again because I took the time to find a way out. I know that the criminal was conscious after a few minutes I hit him. Quickly I ran with the hockey stick to find the door that would take me out of this awful house. After half an hour of walking, I finally found the light that led me to the door and continued to open it.

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The sky was so beautiful. I could see stars glittering and the moon shining towards the mother earth. I was impressed by God's creation. I was enjoying my lovely night and listening to a charming piece of English music when all of a sudden, my happy night turned the other way round. I heard something broken in the kitchen. I took off my headphones and went downstairs to investigate. Before I went down, I saw a hockey stick at the corner of my room. It was calling me like something terrible would happen. But I ignored it like a buffoon thinking that it will be fine.

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While at the same time he tried to wake me up as I shut my eyes, imagined myself to get far away from this maniac who was my dad’s best friend. I gave my mind fully concentrated to ponder and contemplated about how to escape from his tightly embraced. As I got caught by the lunatic, I was not allowed to stand up, therefore without any mercy he hauled me to the tender couch and pointed a gun at my skinny neck, beckoned me to shut my mouth. At that time, the situation was implacable and he could not unravel the knot of his anger towards me due to the fact that he did not had a higher position in the company that my dad worked.

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