Night walk
Pitch black, crying, screaming. Almost everyone was scared. “No talking or the alarms will go off,” whispered Hannah the museum lady. The class slowly started silently walking in to the dark room, lined up in a train, where each person held onto the person in front’s shoulders. We walked further into where bells started ringing and every time a bell rung, one of the Dads would reach out from under the table and grab your legs. After I had been grabbed about three times I started to walk beside the rails. I couldn’t just feel the hands of all the dads but some of them I could also see. In front of me was Mum. I couldn’t quite walk holding onto her shoulders so instead I held onto her waist. Once we got out of the room where we were being foot-tripped, we went into the room where the lions were (Sonia and Sultan). Hannah told a scary story about lions, monkeys and tigers while the Dads made noises that sounded exactly like the animal they were trying to be. As she told the story I got a little bit scared but didn’t cry at all. I sat on the mat listening to the story while people began to get scarder. I felt like going over to sit by Mum but she was on a seat by the rails not by me. ‘Yah I can see again’ I thought when the lights flickered on.
In room four we have been writing recounts about a moment in time.I have done mine about the night walk that the class did when we were at camp last year.
I hope you can get a picture in your head when you read my story.
