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Hissing noise

Vorgeschichte:

When I was walking down Surfer's Drive near Bondi Beach one afternoon last summer, I was very excited because I was looking forward to going to the beautiful lighthouse and lovely sandy beach with my cousin Milly. I was on holiday on the east coast of Australia for the first time and my ideas were centred on adventure.
Suddenly I heard a hissing noise very close to me. Although I looked around immediately, I couldn't see anything. I knew my cousin was eager for me to arrive so that we could go and have fun, so, like any nice girl who wants to be on time, I decided to ignore the noise and continue my walk to Milly's house.
Today I know that I should have been much more careful! I could have avoided great danger if I had not just looked around but also checked my handbag. "Better safe than sorry" should have been my motto. Well, I just didn't think about it at the time and I was new to Australia....

[Also das was jetzt der Anfang, der von meinem Englischlehrer in der Arbeit vorgegeben war. Das Folgende habe ich daraufhin als Weiterführung der Story geschrieben.]

When I arrived in Australia a second time I didn't know that this summer would be very strange. From the airport I went directly to Milly's house. But suddenly I heard this hissing noise again and it was exactly at the same place as like last year. This time, I thought, I will go to this noise. The noise bacame louder and louder. When I finally stood in front of a house I felt panic. I wanted to go back, but suddenly a hand grabbed my foot. I fell on the street and then everything was black.
I didn't know how much time had passed but when I opened my eyes slowly I could hardly see anything. I thought I was in a room but I wasn't sure. Moreover I wanted to stand up but I couldn't move my arms and legs. After a few minutes, I thought that someone opened the door behind me. The footsteps of this person or animal were audible like metal on stone. When I looked up again, I wished I hadn't done it.
A pair of red eyes stared at me and then everything was black again...

[So, dass war dann mein Teil. Also mein Lehrer meinte unter der Arbeit, dass es nicht sonderlich kreativ sei. Fand ich schon. Immerhin kreativer als ein Schlangenbiss mit anschließendem Krankenhausaufenthalt. Naja, was soll ich machen?]

Ich hoffe mal, es hat euch gefallen. Diesmal hat zwar meine liebe Beta-Leserin nicht vorher drübergeschaut, aber ich denke mal, dass ist nicht so schlimm. Ihr könnt ja trotzdem mal bei ihr vorbei schaue. Einfach_Da