One dark and cloudy night as the wolves howled, BANG! A shot was fired! A week later, we went camping in the bush. It was a blue moon. Blue moon means it would be a bad night. My brother heard something outside. It was a zombie clown. The one that shot last week in the mountains. Then we realised, it was the big, blue bonkers monster. We all got scared. The leaves rustled. The zombie clown came towards us in the tent. But as the leaves rustled I woke. It was a dream. I was scared!
November 27, 2014