Where Did Safari Go?
Gia Oubhie
“Where did she go?” Lila asked, scratching her little, button nose as hard as she could.
“I don’t know. She has just vanished. Into thin air. She was here the week before, and then she wasn’t,” I replied, sprinting over to William’s house.
“Go on, ring it!” Lila said, excitedly clutching my arm. It wasn’t exciting for me. It was painful.
His house was on a little road and all of the houses were joined together. I rang the doorbell, no answer. I rang it again, no answer.
“He must not be home. We can ask him tomorrow at the Young Writers Group,” I said.
Lila sighed and leaned against the door as if it was magically going to open. Just at that moment, the door creaked open.
“Lila! What did you do? You broke the door!” I yelled, pushing her to one side.
Her eyes filled with fresh tears, “I just leaned on it a tiny bit. I’m sorry.” she said, her nose turned a red sort of colour, just as it always does before she cries.
Just then, a horrifying scream filled my ears. It was definitely coming from William’s house.
“Stay here,” I whispered, stepping into the house.
It was dimly lit with pictures of William with a black cat. It had orangey eyes that stared through my soul. Most of the pictures were of him, but a fair few of the cat.
I entered the kitchen, the most horrible thing I have ever seen appeared right in front of my eyes.
William was standing over a dead Safari. But that wasn’t all I could see, he was clutching a knife with blood dripping down it.
He turned to face me, I didn’t know what to do but run. I ran out of the house, and grabbed my sister’s hand.
What would I say at the Young Writer’s Group tomorrow?
All I could do was run.