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Tommy and I had been classmates for three years. He
seldom had any pocket money as he spent it all on
comics. He preferred reading ghost stories to playing
computer games. Tommy was fascinated by the gruesome
stories and drawings of scary-looking monsters found in
the comics. He would copy the drawings of the figures in
the comics and would sometimes improve on them so that
they looked even scarier.
One day, Tommy rushed up to
me looking rather pale and frightened.
"I ... I ... I saw a monster last night," he
stammered. "It was the most ghastly thing that I have
ever seen in my life."
I looked at him in disbelief.
"Tommy, you must have been dreaming about one of the
ugly creatures you have drawn," I said to him.
"No, no," Tommy denied. "I tell you, I saw it. It was
real. I think it is trying to get me."
I tried talking some sense to Tommy but it was all in
vain. He was too panic-stricken to listen to reason. He
even refused to tell his parents about it. Eventually, I
decided to put up at his house that night. I went over
to Tommy's house after dinner. Tough Tommy and I were
good friends, I had never been in his room before. It
was a most bizarre room. Pictures of hideous creatures
were plastered on every square inch of the walls.
"Tommy," I said, "it's no wonder you've been having
nightmares. Just look at your room. This place is enough
to give me the creeps !"
Tommy merely shrugged his shoulders at my comment
about his favorite collection of pictures. "Look at the
drawing over here," he said as he pointed to a
particularly horrible-looking monster. "The monster
which I saw last night looked exactly like this except
that it was much more gruesome because it was real."
A chill ran down my spine as I looked at the drawing.
The creature had a pair of deep sunken eyes. Its rows of
sharp teeth looked especially menacing. A pair of horns
protruded from its head and its long, sharp claws looked
poised for attack.
Just then, the grandfather clock in the living-room
chimed midnight. A most terrifying laughter filled
Tommy's room. I broke out in goose pimples.
"It's him ! It's him !" Tom whimpered. "It's come to
get me. Help me, Ming !"
Tommy was staring fixedly at the window. There,
outside the window stood the beast. It looked even
scarier than the drawing. Its eyes glowed as it watched
us. as I fought off the desire to faint, I saw Tommy
moving towards the window.
"Nooo ... Tommy," I cried out. |
