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'Suddenly the phone went dead........' The words running through my head 'what did he mean?' 'Tonight we shall meet again' I said back to my self the words of the call.

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'Suddenly the phone went dead........' The words running through my head 'what did he mean?' 'Tonight we shall meet again' I said back to my self the words of the call. The hairs on the back of my neck rose like barbed wire from the fright of hearing that husky voice this time of night. Then without admonition 'SMASH'. the sound of smashing glass threw me back onto my bed like a rag doll in shock, like a bolt from the blue. Tears started to fill my eyes. The room was dark except for the orange streetlight that is streaming in through the window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor and glowing on my face. Slowly I slide out of bed, pressing my warm feet on the cold, silent floor. Creeping towards the door, I hear the floorboards creak in the hall. Riveted to the spot with fear, I stand motionless. Thoughts darting around in my head...Do I open the door, or just stay put? But, maybe looking for an alternative exit would be my best idea!? ...read more.


He has seen me! Who is he? What does he want with me? Panic takes over and without a second thought; I head down the path, towards the gate. The front door swings open; he stands there, tall and mysterious. He walks slowly in my direction as if he knows I have nowhere to go. With my house secluded, my nearest hope is old Saran Akhtar who lives on Mangrove farm, but that's in the village. Now I know where I have to go, I run. Five minutes it should take me; that's five minutes he has to catch me. The leaves crunch under my feet, the cold, frosty air hits my face like small fingers pinching my nose. The branches whip my face as I blindly feel my way through the trees. Reaching the farmhouse I bang loudly on the door, hoping to wake Saran at this late hour. He cautiously opens the door and I push through, slipping and landing on the floor by his feet. Crying I shout at him to shut the door. ...read more.


Saran threw a shard of glass from the window at Ricky; he turned and stood up. As he reached Saran, I pulled out the poker by the fireplace. Slowly and silently I followed Ricky's footsteps. Ricky grabbed Saran by his night-shirt, muttering threats. The police arrived with Sirens blaring, and lights flashing away Lighting up the room. Ricky turned to see me stood behind him. Daring not to breathe, I swung the poker and it hit Ricky with a thud that echoed throughout the house. His body collapsed to the floor in a crumpled heap, blood oozing from the Gash on this head. The police barged through the door like a tsunami of blue water. The four huge men seemed to fill the room as they converged around Ricky's body. I took a breath of relief. They re-arrested Ricky and then called an ambulance for Saran. The detective took me to the station for a statement against Ricky Singh, yet again. The police reassured me that this would not happen again, a sense of relief and proud ness ran through me as I learned I had just jumped a hurdle in this crazy life of mine WRITTEN BY AHMED ABDULLA 10PL ...read more.

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