It was the blackest night...

Elizabeth and Maxwell had a go at writing a cooperative story. They took turns at writing, one sentence at a time.

It was the blackest night that ever was. I heard a scuffling noise behind me. I thought it was my cat but when I turned around it was something scary. Well not scary, it was a stone statue of a dog. I blinked and it moved. It was really weird. I had to run. I blinked. It moved again. I thought I was having a nightmare but I wasn’t. I stepped back. I fell down a hill. The dog was now looking at me. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. I felt something, a sledgehammer. I could smash the statue to smithereens. But I looked up and the statue was right in front of me. “What am I going to do?”