Harry
Harry had never imagined such a gruesome, dreadful, threatening place in his life, it had a foul, terrifying, and decaying scent to it, He felt sick.
There was one small light in the middle of the room, He wondered closer, suddenly pain shot through his leg; he’d banged into a table.
Harry went closer and realised the light was a candle, but no ordinary candle, it had many mini, sharp spikes around the base of it, and an angry flickering flame, shining ruby red. Just as Harry was about to touch the flame a dreadful figure appeared next to him, it was professor pain he looked like a vampire, or something dead. He had many students behind him, their faces where cold and miserable.
The whole room went suddenly black, Harry hated the dark, and it was his worst fear, he panicked and tried to run, but he kept bumping into tables and chairs, Harry couldn’t run any longer.
He stopped by the window, it was raining outside and he heard the rain’s tap, tap, tap. Then he realised it wasn’t the rain he was hearing, it was something cold dripping on his hand, he put his hand up to his face, a flash of lightening from outside was how he could see that it was blood on his hand, quickly disgusted he wiped it off.
Slowly shaking he started to look up, and to his horror he saw… THE GHOSTS OF THE DINING HALL!!
Copyright ©2004 Jessica Gilby
