Writing Feature: Nightmare in New York by Tom

One day there was a street where a boy called Jacob lived.  He was going for a walk but then saw a shadow and thought to himself, should I turn around?  He looked behind him and it wasn't there so then he went back home.

The next day he was all alone and then heard a knock.  "I can hear you."  "Who is it?" "Hey Jacob I'm outside.  Jacob, I'm inside.  Jacob, I'm downstairs. Jacob, I'm upstairs. Jacob, I'm right behind you!"  So he ate him and no-one has heard of him again.  So that is why I will never go to New York and all that was left of him was a blood mark.