Chapter 7
My head was spinning. I looked everywhere, was there going to be a monster coming to attack me? I waited for a few minutes panicked. I had finally calmed down. The cloud in the sky had vanished leaving behind a grey dim background. That made me feel curious, so I looked around the outside of the house.
I saw something at the back. It was a grave's stone. I knelt down and looked for a name. It was dusty so I blew the stone. It read:
Tom Hiddleton
January 3rd 1935 – September 22nd 1965
A beloved father of a son, Peter Hiddleton with and husband of Martha Hiddleton.
I knew who that man once was for he was related to me… my father. I read it again, this time noticing something again. The date he died was a day ago, the day the beast came to Ecwador. This meant only one thing. I felt a tear roll down my face, and then I stood up. He was a man of wisdom who would do anything for his family, I reminded myself. I walked off when suddenly I was pulled to the ground. My chin fell with a battering. Dirt went into my eyes. I looked and saw a demon about to blow a fire ball into my face!
With my fists I hit the demon with my fist. This paralysed the demon for a second; allowing me to run off. I grabbed my sword and was prepared for anything, unless it came from behind. A fire ball was pressed to my body. I used the sword to block it. There was a blinding light which made me cower.
My eyes looked back and saw the demon hit a tree. "Wow!" I said to nobody, "That was fun." More and more hags came. I had no chance so I ran into the building. The demons were in a semi-circle around the building in which I was in. They were about to fire fire at me. I opened the door but it wouldn't allow me too. I was frantic now. With all my might I wacked the door open and locked it behind me with an old wooden slab. "Now it's your turn beast," I shouted in the hallway.