A thief at night
I heard a creepy noise. I climbed down the stairs to find out that there was a man in our house stealing my mum’s pearls, my dad’s guitar, my brother’s laptop and my violin. I didn’t know what to do. If I screamed he would hear me and if I moved to get Mum and Dad he might see me. All I did was hide behind the stairs and watched.
I felt stupid and crazy but I couldn’t move I felt like I was chocolate stuck to the hot pavement, I couldn’t move. Then all of a sudden I felt a shiver down my spine I saw him moving closer. Was he coming to the stairs or was he going to the front door? My tummy started to flip and my hands felt sweaty. What if he saw me, would he grab me and run?
His black balaclava and his trousers and shirt reflecting in the moonlight his footsteps became louder and louder as he tiptoed across the hallway. Then he turned around and ran out into the black, clear night.
I jumped up and ran towards my Mum and Dad’s room. My legs still felt like jelly and I still felt weak but I ran faster until I reached my Mum and Dad’s room.
‘’Mum, Dad, WAKE UP!’’ I screamed.
‘’ What’s wrong, what’s all the fuss about?’’ asked my Dad sleepily. My brother ran into the room half asleep and wanted to know what was wrong.
‘’ Some guy… Some guy just robbed our house and stole our precious stuff,’’ I said.
‘’ Are you ok, are you sure?’’ asked my Mum, she had just woken up. Dad jumped out of bed and called the police. The policeman told us everything would be fine and they asked for me to go down to the station for a few questions.
We all got dressed and headed to the car. Walking into the darkness made me feel ill and tingly. The full moon shone down on us and I watched it as we drove off.
The station was bright and alive as we drove into the parking lot. The front desk lady named Joanna offered my parents coffee and my brother and I a hot chocolate as it was a cold night. Sergeant Peter asked me to come with him. I felt special in some way seeing as I was only ten years of age and already talking to a police man. I told him my story and he listened carefully. He told me that he would figure out who it was. Then while he was talking, in the corner of his office I saw a black balaclava a black shirt and trousers. Then in the other corner by the water tank were my family’s special belongings. I thought he looked familiar.
Am I dreaming?
