. LOST! AND ALONE, At Least That’s What I Think .
Episode 2
by Brianna Hamilton
The man looked like
he had a knife in his hand. I hid myself under a table so he would not see
me. But I guess I made a noise and he found me. I screamed as loud as I could.
He grabbed me by my hand and sat me down in a chair. I screamed even louder
but I had no reason to because I don’t think anyone could hear me but
the man that stood in front of me. I said” Please don’t hurt me
I never did anything to you. I was just looking for my d-dog. I was in a plane
crash. I am the only survivor.” Then the wind started to blow. The man
said” that was the same thing that happened to me about 25 years ago.”
I thought about this. If he was here for 25 years that must mean no one has
rescued him and they won’t rescue me either. I certainly didn’t
want to stay alone so I asked him if I could stay with him and so I did. He
gave me some water to drink out of a pinkish bottle. That night he said “I
am going hunting you stay here until I get back. If someone knocks hide and
be quiet.” He left before I could ask what does that mean. About 3 hours
later someone knocked. And when they did it started to rain. Then I herd something
whisper behind me. I looked back, what I saw was the weirdest thing I had
ever seen.
My dog was floating right in front of me dead with a stab on his head. I rubbed
my eyes in disbelieve but when I opened them my dog was on the ceiling. Someone
knocked again. I hide under the table as the door opened. I was as quiet as
could be. I looked down at a hole in the table cloth and saw dog’s legs.
It looked like my dog. Then I looked up and my dog was not there. It was almost
like I was seeing things. I looked back through the hole my dog sat down and
I heard the door close. I wanted to get out from under the table but I didn’t
want to take any chances of getting hurt. I knew something was weird about
this island. I felt like the mysterious man, me and my dog are not the only
things one this island. Then the thunder roared and the lightning flashed.
Someone or something knocked on the door.
TO BE CONTINUED….