By Tyoni Jones

One Monday morning I went to school as normal. I met all my friends and sat down in my chair. We were going through our 3rd lesson and the secretary came in and said, “Tyoni Jones, you need to go home immediately.” I went home, walked through the door and shouted, “Hello? Is anybody there?” Nobody answered…

Every time I went home I was able to sense that someone was home, but I couldn’t feel anything. I heard a creak upstairs. Before I could run up there, I spotted a mark on the floor. I didn’t recognise it; I think it was blood but I don’t know.

Tension grew as I could hear footsteps coming down the landing, getting ready to come down the stairs. I decided to go up the stairs the back way. I saw someone being dragged. Apprehensively I walked closer and closer, still wondering who could have ordered the taxi for me…

The body that was being dragged was my mother! I screamed and the person who was dragging my mother turned back towards me and started chasing me. I ran as if my life depended on it! The man caught up to me but I went through Mr Ratchet’s back garden. He wasn’t in so he didn’t mind!