I walked into my House, and mum wasn't in the kitchen. I was confused, I knew she never took her phone to work, so I decided to go to the Candle factory in Loch-Ness (That was where she worked). I walked to the hall and pushed the living room door open, and who was standing in front of the front door? ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Dallas..... Oh My God, he had a knife. I ran and ran upstairs, into my bedroom and out of the balcony doors.
'Your trapped!' He cackled...He held the knife up high.
I was doomed unless I thought of something fast, very fast.
Flushes ran though my brain, What to do? What to do? What to do? What to do?
I had to think..............Um.... I got it, I climbed over the banister of the balcony, and jumped the last couple of feet onto the cushions on the waterproof sofa.
He ran from the balcony and presumably heading for the front door. I noticed something hiding in the bushes, I cautiously walked over to it and it was my mum. She had been cut on the throat and looked dead. Oh my God. My mum was dead, I couldn't believe it! Dallas was a murderer! I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I ran away from my mum and towards the big tree. I heard the front door open and looked back. Dallas had opened the door the knife still stuck in his hand............
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