The Creepy Snowman
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I find myself out the house.
I have no memory of leaving my house, though.
It’s getting late and I really need to get home.
My phone had died and I can’t phone home.
As I travel, I realise that I am being followed.
I see someone wearing a snowman costume.
The snowman costume looks pretty ghoulish.
I try and ignore the person and I walk home.
Everywhere I go, I see the snowman there.
I soon run and the snowman runs after me.
I don’t know why, but they’re after me.
Thankfully, my phone’s alarm saves me.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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