Kia Ora bloggers, today I wrote a piece of writing about the footsteps, I didn't really write it today. It's about The footsteps, It's a scary writing because I like writing scary stories but it usually starts off scary but then end nice. I hope you guys like it.
I was planning my next prank to play on my dad when he got home when I heard my mum shout from downstairs “bye Cameron, I'm going out for dinner with my friends tonight”. Bye mum, love you” I shouted back at her as I heard the door close. I was the king of pranking people and I loved to prank my parents. I was an only child and sometimes I wish I wasn’t so I would be able to prank my siblings.
My dad would come home in an hour so I would be able to have some time to set up another prank for him. Suddenly I heard glass break, I was confused, then I heard footsteps. Loud thumping footsteps, roaming around the house like they were looking for something.
I thought my mum had come back because she had forgotten something but then I remembered that when my mum got home she would go to the sink and wash her face so she wouldn’t fall asleep while doing all the things she needed to do. I knew this because when my mum would got home it would be 10pm and I was supposed to go to sleep at 8pm but I would still be awake.
I would fake sleep, I texted my dad to see when he would come back, then I went down stairs quietly. I tiptoed across the hall and down the stairs. I looked through the stair railings and saw a woman walking around the house.
I tried to look at her face but I couldn’t because she was facing the other way. I Tiptoed to the window and looked outside, I looked and saw my mum's car wasn’t there. I stood in shock as I had to hide behind the counter because the woman had turned around. The woman quickly walked to the tv then turned it on. I was confused, I tried to go back up the stairs but I couldn’t because if I did the woman would see me and probably kidnap me.
I felt relief when I heard a car pull up, and the woman walked to the door. I thought she was going but she didn’t, instead she opened the door and let in some people. It wasn’t my dad’s car, it was the woman's minions car who had come for whatever reason. While the woman was at the door that gave me time to walk up the stairs and go to my room. I texted my mum and she replied. She said she would come home soon and I just had to wait.
I waited upstairs but then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I hid in my closet in my room then covered myself with clothes. Then someone opened my room door and it sounded like they were searching for me. Then someone opened my closet door, they pulled the clothes off me then I screamed.
Then I realised it was my mum and dad “PRANKED YOU” my mum and dad said. “OMG, that was you,” I said. “Yep” my dad said. They helped me up and said they did this because they didn’t like me pranking them so they had to prank me too.
Kia ora Keti. Great to see you blogging in the holidays. I loved reading your story. I think you built the tension and suspense really well. I wonder if pranking their daughter is the best way for the parents to teach their children not to prank? If you're looking for some more activities check out our holiday blogging page.
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