The sky was dark and daunting as the moon stared out at the
Wolves howled at the bleak darkness and bats flitted through
The wind swished as the night crept on.
Leaves danced on a whim and partnered with the breeze.
Unseen animals crept through the darkness and dominated their
The stars almost blended in with the sky as they dimmed in
accordance with their surroundings.
An old farm house stood penetrating the skyline with its
Its wooden beams creaked with the effort of holding the
structure up, its windows broken from endless hammering from
In the farmhouse, a lone figure silently waited.
The dark shadow did not move as it sat listening intently to
The figure held a knife; its blade glinted dangerously in the
Thick red liquid stained the edges of the blade and oozed on
to the hands of the stranger.
Footsteps approached the farmhouse, breaking the ominous
An owl hooted in the background, disturbing the quiet
eeriness of the shady scene.
The footsteps became a being, illuminated in the seedy light.
The two figures greeted each other and exchanged hushed words
in an unknown tongue.
One of them nodded and they parted ways, heading in different
directions towards opposite ends of the woods, their
footsteps unheard in the sudden clamour of the forest.
• By Sian Davis, Year 13, St Peter's College