THE DARK EVENING

THE DARK NIGHT

It was a dim and blustery evening.

I was separated from everyone else at home and going to head to sleep, when I saw a frightening shadow figure at my window.

"Who's there" I yelled.

Unexpectedly there was a glimmer of lightning followed by thundershower.

I saw a lion's face trailed by a startling loud thunder at the window. It seemed to be the lion from the neighborhood bazaar that had been reported missing on the TV news channel. I felt exceptionally terrified. I raced to my bed and pulled my sweeping over my head. I began to yell for my folks however there was no answer. Then I recalled that they were at a late night party.

I peeped out of my sweeping however seeing anything was excessively dull. Then I heard strides.

They were getting stronger and stronger. Before long the strides vanished.

The pendulum clock struck 12. I hit the hay and attempted to rest, yet proved unable. I felt excessively scared. I sat up, my brain loaded with startling considerations. After some time elapsed, at last I nodded off.

I awakened solely after eight AM and turned on the television news. I was eager to see the lion was at that point caught before sunrise by the ringmaster of the carnival. I felt quite a bit better after the news.

Later I portrayed the entire occurrence to my folks.

They were imbecilic stunned and chosen in future not to let me be at home during the evening.