HOW DARK AND STORMY WAS IT? : ‘Look Out or Else’

Hi. My name is Krissy. I’m 11 and in fifth grade. I have really pretty reddish hair that I keep in a bun on top of my head. I have beautiful green-blue eyes, and I have freckles. I’m so-so in math and I am pretty good in spelling.

I love to read books, especially mysteries. I like to solve the mysteries before people do. I want to be a detective when I grow up. I already have a dog to sniff things out, a magnifying glass, a long coat and a hat.

One stormy night, I was home alone. I was reading a mystery book called, “Look Out or Else.” My parents went out to dinner and then were going to visit a friend of theirs.

I was getting tired. I was so tired that I just fell asleep in the chair. My book fell out of my hand and hit the floor.

“Ahhhh!” screamed the book. I awoke fast. I almost screamed myself, but I didn’t. I was so scared I did a dumb thing. I leaned over and picked up the book.

“Who are you and what are you doing in a book?” I yelled at the book.

“I’m, uh, trapped in this book and you have to, uh, get me out,” a creepy voice said.

“How did you get in?” I asked.

“Never mind that, uh, just lean into the book and. . . .”

“Ahhhh!” I screamed as a hand grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into the book.

“LOOK OUT OR ELSE!” screamed the creepy voice.

I finally hit the ground. I hurt. When I came to my senses, I looked around and found myself in a graveyard.

“Where am I?” I yelled.

“You’re in a graveyard, dummy,” a vampire said. The weird thing was that the voice was the same one I heard when the hand grabbed me.

“Well, duh?” I said.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now because you’re about to die. By the way, my name’s Vincent.”

“Wait a minute. This is just a book. I’m dreaming right?” I asked.

“Sorry,” Vincent said.

“Wait! I know how to solve mysteries before the people in the book do. So can I solve this mystery?” I asked.

“Ha, ha, ha. It was so funny I forgot to laugh,” Vincent said sarcastically.

“Wait!” I know how to solve this mystery. It’s easy,” I said.

“Yeah, right,” said Vincent.

I picked up a piece of wood and hid it behind my back.

“Hey, Vincent,” I said in a sing-song voice.

“What now?” Vincent asked.

“Hey, yeah,” I yelled as I stabbed him in the heart. “Oh, yuk,” I said as I watched him fall.

“What’s happening?” I asked as the ground started shaking. I asked no one in particular.

I turned around and I suddenly found myself sitting in the chair again. The book was in my hands when it was supposed to be on the floor.

I screamed suddenly, but I didn’t know why I screamed. It just happened.