Nella woke with a gasp. Luckily, she was safe in her brass bed. It was halloween, Nella’s least favourite holiday. She had just had a terrifying nightmare.

It was the dead of night, Nella crept along the landing to her parents room. Her parents were sleeping peacefully, Nella decided to not wake them and to go back to her room. Just then the doorbell went. Nella’s mum and dad had not noticed. She tiptoed down the stairs to answer it, missing the ninth step because she knew it creaked. Slowly, Nella opened the door and wondered ‘Who would be visiting at this hour’. But there was no one there.

         Suddenly, it was like a magnetic connection, Nella was being pulled out of the house. She was like a fish on a line. Nella turned around, the trees were calling her back home. As the moon hoola hooped around the sky, screams echoed. Nella glided past her street, her street was called, Aded Lous Doow Drive and if she scrambled the letters into a different word it spelt ‘Dead soul wood’. She was amazed that she had never noticed it before.

         Nella slid through the graveyard gate. There was a gush of wind and a groul, a vague silhouette darted. Roots sprouted from the ground, holding her feet still so she could not run away. Over grown buses clawed at her ankles like begging skeletons. Branches thickened and rapped around Nella’s body.She let out a scream, no one heard her.

‘Am I still asleep in my nightmare?’ Nella wondered.