Write a story
ending with “ I never saw him again after that’’.
It was a deathly silence night,both of my
parents have already turned themselves into sleepy pigs,laying their exhausted
body on their warm and comfortable bed. While my younger sister and I were
sitting by the couch,our eyes glued at the television screen that depicted a
scene from a horror movie.
Sneaking glances behind our fingers,we saw
the main heroin edging closer to a black bloody door and gently pushed it open
so a slither of the dark room was exposed. Suddenly,a loud clang sounded from
outside the house making us jump up from the couch. I,the braver of us two tip
toe to peek behind the curtain. I noticed a lone silhouette rummaging through
our trash can. The shadow of the man drifted into the glare of a streetlight.
From his profile,I recognised him as the beggar that frequently wanders our
neighbourhood. I ignored my sister’s questionings and sank back on to the
couch,and became submerged in memories.
The beggar moved here three years ago,we don’t
know his past but the whole neighbourhood
often sees his going ons whenever he appears. We nicknamed him Mr.Scar,for on
his left cheek lies on e long gash that extends from his temple to his jaw.
Wearing a ragged and torn faded brown waistcloth,and large tattoo at his left
hand. We thought he was a gangster before he become a beggar and we never heard
him said anything. Sometimes,there are some generous people will spare him some
money and old clothes to help out his daily life. Once,we saw him sleeping
under the bridge of the park near the neighbourhood. That is all we knew about
him.
The second night,our parents warned my
sister and I hit the hay as early as we cloud. Thus,my sister and I have to say
goodbye to our lovely television and compelled to sleep even though my eyelids
were not ready to close yet. I laid on my warm single bed,glanced up the dark
ceiling and thought back to the plot of the horror movie that I watched yesterday
night.Out of the blue I heard our puppy,Billy barking at the doenstairs
,thinking that maybe it was hungry. I went out from the bedroom and made my way
downstairs with a frighten mood. As I walked downstair, the creaking sound of
the stairs mingled with Billy constant barking that increases the volume . My
steps quicken as I heard the sound of something falling to the floor.
Suddenly,a shadow zoomed infront of me and
escaped from the windows . It was a thief,I screamed loudly. In stantly,my
parents woke up and rushed sownstairs to find out what was happening. Overcoming
my shocks, I darted outside with my parents. By the time we arrived,my dad has
already called the police. As we rushed out through the main gate ,we heard the
noisy sound came from outside , we saw there were two guys were fighting . We
walked gradually and nearly to them,Mr.Scar was over there,he was fighting with
a teenager. Mr.Scar was holding a knife in his hand,bleeding. Meanwhile ,the
teenager shouted ‘he was a thief’,but Mr.Scar remains in silence as he shook
his head. From that,we realised that he was unable to speak. The teenager recognized
himself as passerby and he had seen Mr.Scar climbed panicky over the fence,out
from the house with a knife in his hand.
When
the police arrived,policeman separated the two that was still fighting. The
teenager claims that Mr.Scar had broken into the house. As we stay confusedly
at the scene before us ,my dog, Billy abruptly rushed towards the
teenager,barking loudly,and attempting to bite his leg. The teenager took a few
hasty steps back to avoid being bitten by Billy. As he retreated,some pieces of
jewellery fall off from his jacket pockets. Immediately,we realised that real
thief was him. And so the thief was cuaght and Mr.Scar was given treatment at
the hospital for his minor injuries.
Our thoughts wondered off to his
whereabout as he didn’t appear for a week. We can’t find him neither anywhere in
the neighbourhood nor under the bridge where he resides. I never saw him again
after that.
Kathlyn
