It was Christmas Eve and everyone was asleep soundly. The clocked ticked towards midnight I couldn’t sleep. The snow was heavily falling like a water fall but below the window was a snowman; he had a tiger coloured carrot nose. I was cosy. Until time stopped. Noise appeared. Santa? Joseph? Dad? I sat up the cold hit me. I got out of bed I was petrified the floor board squeaked as I walked to the door. Noise. banging this time louder than ever I stood at the top of the stairs shaking in fear.
Banging. It got louder and louder. Windows smashing all over the street. The pavements vanished; glass was all over the place like broken ice cubes. I walked down the stairs and immediately felt better when I saw the lit-up Christmas tree so I went back up to bed. A few minutes that felt like hours the noise appeared again so this time I went into my mum and dads’ room they weren’t there so I kept calm and went into my older brother Joseph’s room but he wasn’t there either. The door downstairs creaked open not just any door though the front door.
I
went downstairs there was a black figure walking towards me. I stood there in
fear. The black figure looked like he had an axe in one hand and a torch in the
other. There was not one but two of them, they came closer and closer and I
could feel their icy breath against my cheeks. If they were robbers, I don’t
know what they would have wanted because all that there was were Christmas
decorations which was nothing special. What if they wanted me? What if they
have taken my family?
Searching my thoughts, I questioned why would they want me? Why would they want my family? We are just ordinary people on an ordinary street then I saw the Christmas tree and thought what if they wanted the glass baubles because they thought they were crystal’s and could get money from them by selling them or do they want to search for mums Gucci bag or dads prize possession’s or Joseph’s new iPhone 11. Do they want my cuddly teddys? No not them. What if they want to kill me? What if they wanted to get rid of my family so they can kidnap me? What if they have killed my family?
I just shouted ‘GET OUT OF MY HOUSE’. They lifted their arms but the arm with the axe in… I couldn’t move I was that scared petrified more like. The blood rushed to my head. I shouted again but louder ‘HELP!’ that’s when a big fat figure walked in then I turned the light on it was Santa. I screamed louder than ever ‘SANTA HELP My FAMILY HAS DISAPPEARED AND THESE IDIOTS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!’ After that Santa took Elsie home to the north pole and that’s where she found her parents and brother. They all lived there until their house got cleared up and the robbers got a life sentence in jail for ruining Christmas Eve after they moved back to 174 Wikdale road. Every year after that on Christmas Eve they stayed up and spoke to Santa when he came to their house
