One late night a terrible storm hit Manchester and in one house there was a kid called Sam, who was the most worried of all. “Oh, I really hope nothing horrible happens,” whispered Sam as he was hiding beneath his warm blanket to scared to come out.
As the hours past, Sam got more and more petrified , but the sun had finally risen. Sam thought that he should go downstairs to have breakfast with his mother.
Once Sam had finished his food he had been told that he had to go give some food to his Grannie because she was way to old to go and walk to the super market.
Sam was walking outside to go to his Grannies when he heard a silent sound of footsteps. He didn’t know who or what it was…..