First draft

The man in the darkness

Nina Yang

W&C III

MS. Guarino

01/25/2015

  I wake up in a sudden because of a bad dream. All I could remember is that I dreamed about a man was chasing after me, but I couldn't see his face. He was running very fast like a wind. Luckily, it was just a dream. Without any drowsiness after the bad dream, I glance around into the darkness in my room. Wait…There is a man standing next to my closet. He looks like the same exact person in my dream. The man wears in all black like the lord Voldemort. He wears a hat, and it seems like he is staring right at me. I can't see his face because of the darkness. The scariest part is that he is floating, which means he does not have legs. A “ghost” is just hanging right next to my closet and staring at me. My heart is like a jumping rabbit, and I can hear it bumping very clearly. Then, I grab something on my desk that feels sharp and decide to turn on the light to see what the man looks like. The switch is near the man's position. My feeling is like a soldier is going to his first war, and I step closer and closer to where the switch is. "Ahhh..." With a scream, I turn on the light. Hanging in front of me, are my bathrobe and my hat.