There once was a girl named Sarah she lived in a normal sized house. Sarah would always go out in the woods to explore and find new things. Till one day while she was walking in the woods she came up to this Old Cottage. She decided to go inside, and that is how this whole story started.
As Sarah walked in the house the floors creaked and the wind howled. Sarah thought to her self "should I go in here??" "I think I should" So she went in. A Kitty Cat ran in front of her fast and fiercely.
The old cottage looked pretty old and rusty. I thought to myself "if my parents find out I went in here I'm toast!!". It can't be so bad in here. At that moment I realized that I was trapped in the house the door locked behind me. I was scared.
Quickly I saw something move in the shadows. I thought nobody lives here what can It be. But then I slowly walked closer, closer, and closer till. Something grabbed me and pulled me away. I was trying fiercely to get it to get of my hand. I was screaming loud.
When I got lose from his hand I quickly ran upstairs hoping that there would be no more zombies. I knew I shouldn't of came in here!! My parents are gonna be so furious!! I gotta get out of here I thought. Maybe I can hide somewhere and call 911 on my iPhone 7 Plus.
I found my hiding spot. It was an old closet. This was the best hiding spot in the house. I knew there was more zombies out there. I tried to call 911 but they didn't answer. I was like when does 911 do answer the phone?? Eh... They must be busy. I tried again still no answer. There must me something wrong with my phone I thought. Then I heard knocking on the closet door. I got really scared. I open in and it was a zombie, it had ripped clothing, yellow teeth, no shoes, bloody EVERYTHING, and really pale skin.
The zombie grabbed me. I grabbed the zombies head and pulled it off. Ugh... it was a mask. It was my older brother. God I hate pranks... My older brothers name is Sam he is 19 and I'm 16. Sam was laughing really hard. Till we heard something...loud. It was screaming. It can from downstairs.
It wasn't my brother this time. Sam had a scared look on his face. We both slowly walked downstairs. We still heard the screaming we didn't know where it was coming from. And you wouldn't guess where it was coming from....the scary old basement.
We walked slowly to the basement because that was where it was coming from. It sounded like a girl screaming. We opened the door. We walked down the stairs. Then we saw a zombie eating a females brain. Sam and I were both horrified. The zombie saw us, we didn't wanna be next on his dinner menu. So we ran.
The zombie chased after us. The zombie got hold of my brothers leg. Even though I was mad at Sam for pranking me I still helped him get lose from the zombie. I tried, but I failed the zombie pulled Sam Down the stairs. I'm surprised because the zombie strapped Sam to a chair and made it so he can't move. Then the zombie ate his brains. All I got to do is run.
I checked every door and window they were all locked. I tried to find a sledge hammer to try and smash the door down but the door was like metal inside. I was screaming for help!!!! "HELP HELP HELP HELP THERES ZOMBIES!!!" I thought "Crap I bet know one can hear me" so I just ran around the house trying to avoid zombies.
Till a zombie popped out of no where. The zombie scratched my arm. It hurt so much it burned and I felt like I was gonna explode. I couldn't hold the tears anymore. I was scared, tired, and hurt so I started to cry.
I heard something strange I heard "I'm coming don't worry!!" I ran to the door, he knocked down the door. I felt so relieved.
