EXPERIENCE

OF TRUE HORROR

Great, dismal clouds rise high above

me, casting an eerie shadow over the graveyard. The wind is vicious and

therefore stabs at me like an icy butcher's knife. I wrap my scarf tightly over

my neck, look straight ahead, and hurry forwards. The sun is faint, after being

enveloped in the huge clouds, I had to strain to see ahead.

I knew it was a terrible mistake;

walking through the graveyard after school. I can still remember my mum's

voice, clear in my head, warning me not to go this way after school.

Bloomsbury graveyard, has a reputation

of housing many dreadful sights like apparitions and supernatural appearances.

On the side of a hill it lies, a flurry of turrets and a house of the

unbelievable. Many stories have been told, and passed down generations, of it

housing many frights. The worst of them all, was the headless man...Last seen

in 1930, the story still survives. There is no genuine evidence so the story

still remains a complete mystery.

A clap of thunder, totally indistinguishable,

echoes, and I had to clamp my hands on my ears to stop them being deafened.

With the mystery ringing in my head my hands were shivering uncontrollably. I

had to clench my jaw to stop them chattering.

I stopped suddenly. Footsteps could be

heard in the distance- probably those of the headless man... I set forward now

hurrying at an extremely brisk pace. The cobblestones below my feet are very

slippery and I stumbled once but luckily I caught a pole sticking out of the

ground. The footsteps are drawing closer, and despite the weather being

freezing, beads of sweat started to trickle down my face. I stole a glance

behind me, and a totally grotesque sight greeted my eyes: a man, ordinary from

top to bottom, except his head. Where it should have been was a stump like

those when a tree is chopped. I turned and opened my mouth to scream and saw

myself gazing at a giant television screen. I breathed a sigh of relief and

began to watch the ending of the horror movie.

THE END