Question

Write a story beginning with 'I was aroused from sleep.The night was very dark and quite.I felt there was something in my room.I tried to turn on the light but to my horror...'​

Answer 1

Answer: Write a story beginning with 'I was aroused from sleep.The night was very dark and quite.I felt there was something in my room.I tried to turn on the light but to my horror...'​I found a figure in the corner of my dim-lighted bedroom.The figure was tall and skinny. You could see its bones crippling from their dark unkept skin. His eyes yellow and his teeth just as bright.They added a shiver down your spine by just looking at it.The figure stepped just a bit closer. You feel panic and it sends a hard gulp down your throat.You don't know what d to do.You think its a dream and you slowly pull the sheets over your head. Just as slow that you could still she the figure standing there.You blink and you see through white covers are blurred by a dark right figure.What was that?Is that....what you think it is?The covers shift down you face,uncovering your body.But...I'm not doing that!then who is....The figure stands tall and proud staring down at the my innocent self.His smile turns greater ,it spreads across his face and he tilts just a tip of his mouth up.Making a smirk and his bright eyes staring at me.I don't know what to do expect.

Explanation:I don't know if this helps.Its 207 words so...,yeah :)

Answer 2

I was aroused from sleep. The night was very dark and quite. I felt there was something in my room. I tried to turn on the light but to my horror, my hand continued to hit open air where my light switch had been just a few hours ago. I sat up, feeling the cold air against my body, and let my eyes adjust to the dim of the room. Or was it a room? I felt a falling sensation in my chest as I realized why I couldn’t feel the light switch or my wall. Nothing. I was floating, too scared to look down away from the faint light of the waning moon as I was slowest carried through the sky to an unknown destination. I tried to to panic, I tried to hide under my bed covers and pretend I was still at safe home, but every time I dared peek out again, I was soaring farther away from anything recognizable. “No.” I breathed, “NO,” I screamed as the terror set in. I could do nothing but watch as the island grew nearer. My mother had told us stories of Neverland when we were younger; of a place where every child could go, and never grow old in death, as they’d never gotten their chance in life. It was a story, though, just a take from an old story book. That’s what I repeated internally, even as the shadows of young children danced across the sandy shore. I wish I stayed asleep. (Don’t know if this is long enough and it will need some editing but yeah)