Libby in Year 5 has a go at ‘slow writing’

Slowly, I crept down the stairs into the pitch black cellar! The floor was damp and slippery. Suddenly, I heard the lights flicker on and off. I had company! The palms of my heads were sweating as I clung to the door handle. Silently, I tried to open the door but it was useless… A bottle fell. Seconds later, I heard a terrifying haunted scream then all I could see were two, red eyes!