I'm Dead

"I'm dead," said a mysterious man with a knife.

"I died yesterday," said the mysterious man. This man was the tallest man I had ever seen. He looked very pale. He had to be ten feet high at least. He was wearing black jeans and a brown sweatshirt. I was in my secret hiding place. It was a clear spot in are green, carefully cut hedges. For some strange reason are hedges grew ten feet higher when this "man" appeared.

My name is Joshua Chase. I'm four, feet six inches high. I was wearing a green t-shirt and gray wind pants that had blue stripes down the sides. I usually came out here when I was bored. Otherwise I would be inside playing my game cube. But I'd been playing that thing all day so that's why I was in my secret hiding spot.

My hiding place is very secluded. A brown carpet of soft dirt with green leaves above your head. I sometimes slept out here. That's what I had been doing before this ghost appeared.

Now getting back to the ghost man. "My name is Jonathan Swain," said the ghost. "Who are you," he asked. "I'm Joshua Chase," I answered. "Well," Jonathan said, "It's time for you to die."

"NOOOOO," I screamed. I started to run toward the house. I turned the shiny knob. It was locked. "No. Dang it, No," I yelled. I looked behind me. Jonathan was walking calmly toward me. I looked franticly for a way into my bluish grayish house.

The window. It was summer so it was open. I took a few steps back. I ran and leaped through the window and hit the floor hard. So hard I nearly blacked out. I turned around, closed the window and locked it.

I was feeling a little woozy so I walked up the stairs into my bedroom. I jumped to my bed and looked out the window. Jonathan was gone.

Weird isn't it? Well tell me what you thought.