It was a dark and stormy night. I was in my room. My
parents were at a
big meeting. I was all alone.
"Where is my friend Bryce?" I thought I just heard somebody say
something. "It's just the wind," I said. A couple minutes later I heard a
noise like my gate was opening maybe. It was my gate rattling. I looked out
my window. Somebody was there! I heard him say, "The dementors are coming."
He flew up into the air. He was going to catch something cool. A couple
days later I had to walk past the graveyard. I was walking after school. It
was the middle of the night. I thought I heard somebody say, "Let me rip
you." I didn't look at anybody. Then when I got home on the news people
were hearing this voice and if people looked around they died. I went to my
room. I knew somebody was watching me. Twenty years later people were
hearing the voice and dying. I never found out about the voice but I still
hope I see it one time.