Lost in the dark nights I was roaming on the scary streets of East Coast Drive. Creepy sounds of birds flying owls broke my last hope of returning back safely. Fear kept rising through my heart. I was controlling the tears brimming my eyelids waiting to see at least one human in the woods. Tired and exhausted fell to the ground. My eyes were shutting and my legs were cramped. I sat under a tree with my legs folded.
There was strange feeling running down my throat and i heard the footsteps of a horse which were heading towards me. Confusing thoughts were lurking at the back of my head. I asked myself hearing the footsteps again,”Friend or foe? Run or stay? Rescue or hostage?” Weird ideas cramped in my head.
An idea clicked me and I got up anxiously. I hid behind the tree waiting for the horse to approach. It had dark brown and eyes glaring at me. The horse rider was staring at me too. I was almost petrified looking at him. With a snap of his fingers he signaled the horse to turn towards me. My heart had begun to beat faster and I could feel the pain in my back. The rider removed his helmet and raised a scroll which read,’Welcome to the territory of Panamora’
Before I could say something the words on the scroll started jumping and changing places. The letters shone and in a split of a second looked burnt. Suddenly I heard some familiar voice as if coming from the skies. I heard the voice again and again and suddenly as if I was given a shock I got up of my nightmare and sat at the back of my bed.
I looked at the watch and realized that it was past 12:30. My parents had returned from a function and seeing me so uncomfortable, my mom had woken me up. Next day morning I gave my mother a million thanks for waking me up at night.
I do not wish to experience such a nightmarish event ever in my life.
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