I completely forgot about the time. I looked down at my watch and the time was seven twenty-five, I immediately shoved a ten-pound note into a bag. The doorbell rang and I charged downstairs so fast that I nearly ended up in a pile at the bottom. As I opened the door a strong whiff of petrol came over me, I thought that Tim must have got some new cheap after-shave. I was just about to sarcastically comment on the wonderful scent he was wearing when I looked up. To my surprise it wasn’t Tim, it was a lady tall and pale skinned approximately in her mid thirties. Her deep blue eyes sunk into her head and her light whisky hair shone from the ray in the street lamp. We both stood there for a moment in silence, looking puzzled, she started mumbling something to me but I couldn’t quite hear. She repeated the sentence again and asked me how to get to the fair. As I gave her directions I noticed a large white van with blacked out windows parked along side the hedge of my garden. I looked more carefully at the car; the back window had been shattered. My eyes drifted nearer the front of the car and to my horror I caught a glimpse of a large man with an object which looked like a gun. I couldn’t make out weather or not it was a gun because it was parked quite far away and it was getting dark. At this point I began to get nervous, I tried to hush her away as quickly as possible.
I shut the door. Mum questioned ‘who was that?’
I didn’t know what to reply. I couldn’t exactly say ‘a complete stranger who looked very suspicious, smelt of petrol, has a white van with smashed up windows, a large man with a gun sitting in the front seat and asking directions to the fair.’
So I quickly replied ‘it was Betty from across the road asking if she could borrow an egg.’
‘That was strange I didn’t see you go into the kitchen’ fired mum.
I thought I had blown it and I would have to tell her the truth until the doorbell rang. I opened the door shaking. I sighed with relief when I saw Tim standing there. I said good bye to my family and then bent over to pick my bag up, I noticed a scrupled piece of paper sitting on the floor opposite my bag near the doormat. I picked it up with no hesitation and shoved it into the back pocket of my jeans. Unfortunately Tim didn’t bring his motor bike, his dad apparently insisted he took us in his Land Rover. The car journey was the longest twenty minutes of my life especially when Tim’s dad is driving; he is what I call a ‘Sunday driver.’ Well I don’t blame him for being a careful driver but he always keeps within 20 mph of the speed limit. You could probably get out and push and be faster. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier that evening and most of all the piece of paper. We finally arrived in the car park and in the space opposite us the white van was parked. I sank into my seat, hoping hat they wouldn’t see me.
The fair was great, colourful light shone into the night’s sky, screaming people and music blasted for miles. The smell of candyfloss and hot dogs drifted in the air.
The harder I tried to forget about what happened, the more I thought about it. After every ride I went on, I reached into my back pocket to check if it was still there.
The most thrilling ride at the fair was called the train of terror Tim took our last 2 tokens out of his wallet and we hurried over to join the queue.
Suddenly in the corner of my eye I saw a flame. A woman screamed ‘help fire.’
The man from the carousel saw that she was in distress and flew over with a fire extinguisher. The fire was fierce but five minutes later the fire was out and the man was exhausted. I wondered how it was started. ‘Yes’ it was our turn to go on the ride. We hopped into the silver metallic carriage, ready for a fright! But we didn’t realise the extent of the fright we would receive.
