I was there, staring at a blank wall, just staring out the grimy glass window, waiting for something to happen.

Then there was a loud thump but the ferocious wind almost blocked out the sound. I saw a dark figure through the window… I turned around to call my parents but there was no reply. When I turned back to look out the window the figure wasn’t there anymore. My heart pounded. I was filled with fear. I then realised fear isn’t real, it’s a though of what might happen in the future. Danger is real- fear is a choice…