The moon glittered in the night sky replacing the sun. I was playing a Christmas song on my guitar around the fire. Abidan and Arthur went inside to sleep. I went inside too. Then Arthur said to me, “Ismail I am not too sure about this.” I agreed. When would it be sunrise?

When Arthur and Abidan went to sleep, the werewolf darted across his lair,  shot between the trees and crossed the road to Calthorpe Haven.

I could see bushes dripping with red liquid. Whose blood was that? It was a WEREWOLF! The Werewolf’s mouth was dripping with blood. His eyes were yellow, he was staring at me.

A wonderful independent write by a child in 3J