Friday, 4 November 2016

Writing Feature: The Creepy Dolls by Asha

CREAK! The old wooden door opened.  I was so scared I couldn't talk.  It was that minute I realised it was nothing to be scared of.  But when I aw what it was I nearly fainted.  it was my worst nightmare...

A bunch of dolls were lined up.  i don't know how and I don't know why but they were.  Then I looked at the old rusty clock.  It was going coo coo.  When I looked at the dolls again they were crowded around me!

It was 4.00pm.  I screamed out Mum's name but she didn't hear me.  It was a CATASTROPHE! Nobody could help me, what can I do?  "Oh yeah, I can call someone."

When I called someone it worked.  All the dolls frolicked away.  I liked when I called someone.  I've never ever in my life used the phone because I'm six.

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