One eerie night in the backstreet of London all you could see was the tall dark buildings and the black road which shimmered under the dim ghostly white glow of the moon, it was raining leaving theblack road wet so when the moon came out it shimmered.
All you could here was the faint footsteps of a person walking and the jingling of a dog collar and the pitter patter of rain falling heavily onto the stone road, the man came out of the darkness as he stepped into the ghostly white glow of the moonlight. His dog was trotting along the stone road with his tail wagging happily and the jingle of his dog collar.
The man was dressed in a pitch black raincoat, green welly boots and a charcoal black hat his name old Gregory. He is a 75 year old man, he knew better then to walk down the backstreets of London but itdidn't mind because he was dying.
In the distance you could hear the creaking of an old door opening and the squeaking of the rusty hinges, then you could hear heavy footsteps fastly approaching, old Gregory didn't turn round his dog turned its head and growled at the dark stranger.
The stranger was tall and wore nothing but black, twilight black to be exact and in his hand was something silver which glistened under the moonlights glow it was a knife, old Gregory turned round looked atthe strangers hand but made no movement to move only old Gregory knew he was dying and me but the stranger didn't he lifted his hand and plunged the knife deep into old Gregory's chest.
Blood spilled from his chest, his lifeless body dropped to the stone floor and a river of blood spilled from old Gregory's chest as the murderer ran from the scene and all that could be heard was the retreating footsteps of the man and the barking of old Gregory's dog and the rain slowly washing the blood down the backstreet of London.
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hey i wrote this in my english class todat and i thought i might share it to see what people think so plz comment :)
jadexx
