THE SCARY CHAPTER

THE SCARY CHAPTER

One stormy night, I escaped from the waters of the Loch Ness. Oops! I forgot to tell you my name, and the beginning of this frightful tale. My name is Amelia, Amelia Bones. It all begun when my archeological team were on an expedition, to find remains of Egyptian Mummies, so we are in Cairo.

We found the tomb, of course, but when we found the remains I touched one that looked like some type of bag, and a portal to another place opened! Before I could say “what!!?” that swirling vortex, picked me up and took me away! At that moment I heard a horrible crunching sound. I looked up. And then I screamed. I usually don’t, but I had a reason. It was the Yeti. I thought it meant me no harm but I was so wrong. It lumbered around trying to grab me in his ENORMOUS hands. I was trapped.

I felt my camera jingle as I ran. Then I had a bright idea. “Maybe a bright light will distract it from me and give me a little bit of time to escape?” and then I saw how dark the cave was and how far the entrance was, and my hopes drained out of me as water drains out through your fingers. Then I noticed something strange. It was a notch in the wall, a notch shaped like my hair tie. I quickly slotted it in as it was advancing on me! And it opened up to reveal another portal. I was stuck for a moment because of my decision. But I had no choice. I jumped and heard that crunching sound.

Where was I? Oh yes, the bit where I was walking up, or more like running up from the waters of the Loch Ness. Well, I heard the sound and I was dripping wet. And I found a reason. A giant, serpentine shape had rose up from the waters, splashed, and sent water dripping off my nose, streaming down my back, and pouring down my shoes. It was only one shoe, because I threw one at the Yeti and I was afraid to write it down, because that’s what diverted its attention to me in the first place! Where was my head going? Oh, when the water trickled down every centimeter of my body. When I finish telling this bit, it didn’t lumber around and grab me in his hands; it slithered around and tried to grab me in its mouth.

But anyway it was ferocious and attacked like it did it every second of a minute, every minute of an hour and every hour of a day. It didn’t, of course, because it was very rare that a poor soul found themselves in the clutches of a monster so horrible like this. After this day, I couldn’t utter one more word, and now my story ends. I have been committed to do my scientific research, and at last I have done it.

BY ARIEL WIDHIBRATA