Hanas story

Dear friends, I’m going to ask a favour of you. I have a 15 year old assistant working in my kitchen. She’s called Hana, and she recently wrote a couple of stories. I find this refreshingly different in an age when teenagers mind’s are mainly on other worldly matters!

She has received comments from readers of this story ranging from ‘you are seriously weird’ to ‘too many full stops’! And by the way, it is pure fiction! I’ve copied it exactly as she wrote it. I’ve changed nothing – not even a full stop! By way of encouragement it would be great if you could give her some constructive comments. Thanks.



It was an ice cold night, the wind howled ferociously through the trees. I was just returning back from the shop with my new puppy. He was the cutest little puppy ever. He was a late Christmas present to me and he was my life. Everything I did was for him. I thought as there was no one around I would release him from his leach. Big mistake! At first he was fine bounding through the park, enjoying the time out of the house. I turned my back for a second, then he was gone. Totally out of sight.

I started calling for him, then shouting for him. Before I knew it, I was blindly tearing around the park. There was a loud, clear whistle followed by a high pitched howl. I stood tensely, tears flooding down my face. How could I have been so stupid? A thirteen week old puppy, off the lead at nine o’clock at night. My lungs suddenly came to a halt. It was like there was an elastic band squeezing my throat to stop me breathing.Then I saw a pallid face, expressionless with eyes that stared right through you, with bold, angry slashes covering the cheeks.

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I stared motionless at it. Before I realised what it was. I turned around and started running home. I dropped the shopping in my state of hysterics. In my hurry to get home, I started seeing strange shadows on the walls of the houses. I ran even faster, then I stumbled and fell, face first into a pool of murky rain water. I lifted my face and peered down into the puddle. The moonlight shone on the pool of water. As I looked down I saw my reflection and staring back over my shoulder was the face.

My heart was thudding, I closed my eyes and wished that I could be back home with my puppy safe and sound. I looked behind me. It was gone.

I got up onto my jelly like legs and cautiously walked home.

When I got in, I called for my mum to tell her about the puppy. But there was no reply. This was very peculiar as since my dad died, she never left the house. This was when I heard it, a groaning noise coming from the basement. I opened the door, turned on the light it was then I found my mum.

She was hanging, lifelessly from the fan. A chair had been kicked over underneath her. I ran over to her, not quite believing what had already happened this evening let alone this. I tried to lift her to loosen the rope around her neck. Blood was dripping out of her mouth and soaking through her clothes. The thing that stood out the most was that she was wearing her wedding dress. I had not seen her wearing this since the wedding. Even though she was dead she looked amazing, so happy like she did every time she saw my dad. She was so different to what she normally looked like. She normally wore trackie bottoms with her hair tied back in a ponytail. But she had her hair down and curled. I stood there realising that my mum was dead. She would never be there for me again. Not at my graduation, when I get married and to see her grandchildren. I leant forward and gave her a kiss and said a few words to her.
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I went to get the phone to ring the police when I heard something it sounded like a cough, a man’s cough. I froze. Maybe it wasn’t my mum who did this. My palms were sweating. I stated breathing heavily. I could hear footsteps coming closer toward the door. I was panicking. What do I do? I opened the window and squeezed out. I was leaning against the wall and looked up at the open window. It was the face, it was n my house. Staring straight out of the window. I put my head down in my lap. I asked myself what was this thing? And why was it following me?
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