Once up on a time, I was on the scary island. There were tall and small trees, scary houses and dead people. It was dark. There was a scary moon with big eyes, a large nose and the biggest mouth in the world. The floor was full of mud and there were people with scary masks. Then I saw the rain coming into my eye.
I was looking at the houses when I saw a door. I was with my friends Jamie, Jethro, Matthew, Warren, Shaun and Leander. I was the leader. Then a scary guy came with a knife. He tried to kill us. Shivers ran down my spine. He tried to kill my friends, not me, because I was two meters away. The scary guy put the knife in front of my friends’ faces. I ran faster than the wind. I saved them.
Suddenly my friends were cheering me. I was over the moon with joy. I was happy because my friends were alive. But the scary guy was still alive. Suddenly I heard a familiar voice. It was my sister. I woke up and I realised that it was a night mare.