1. The Final Draft
... eyes opened wide, "maybe somebody's turning the crank!" We looked at each other, then turned or gazed back to the hedge. "There!" Cory exclaimed, pointing out into the gloomy yard. "What's that moving down there?" I squinted. I could barely make out the dark shadow at the far end of the hedge. It was inching slowly toward the house. All at once I heard a sound on the stairs and grabbed Cory's arm. It was ... coming closer, the polished wooden steps creaked under its weight as ... it mounted them one by one. "Don't forget to check the front door," mom called quietly to dad from ... ...
- Word Count: 2994
- Approx Pages: 12
- Grade Level: High School