Lukas’ Life A typical day takes a turn for the worst with this spooky tale.
By Leading Author Rory
As we arrived at Lukas’ house I felt shivers go down my spine. His house was In the middle of nowhere and was dilapidated and worn down. Never had I been to Lukas’ house before. He was new to our class and was quiet and antisocial. I hesitated accepting the invite but I did it out of grief for him. The door was solid wood with metal frame and rusted away but I thought nothing of it. My mother knocked on the door several times. No answer. Then again. No answer. We decided to open it and enter the house. “Hello”? My mother bellowed. The hall was long and echoed as if it were haunted. So anything that was said came back at us louder and more angrily. We peered into the kitchen which was old and hard to explain as there was a lot going on in there. Something was cooking and smelled very unpleasant.
Creek, creek, creek as my mother and I ascended the worn away staircase. We followed the slight sound of a soothing voice towards what looked like a bedroom. We opened the stained door slowly and found Lukas in the corner of the room strapped to a small chair. He was pale and had bloodshot eyes. We walked carefully and silently over towards him and began unravelling the rope that was holding him down. He whispered something “you shouldn’t have come this far. It’s dangerous here. Beyond belief.” My mother and I started to panic and she made the decision we couldn’t leave Lukas here. We had no choice. His parents were torturing him, he had to get out. We rushed back towards the creaky staircase, back through the kitchen then through the echoey hall and the steel door to the point where the car was in sight. We all
Stepped outside and heard an unearthly scream. This made us run faster. The sound of pots and pans hitting the ground came from inside the kitchen. We drove down the long plain of gravel surrounded by grass towards the gates. They refused to open. We reversed. Then rammed into them with great speed. We were in the clear almost onto the freeway wand took a left turn and standing in front of us were two tall long-limbed people the car just stopped without warning. I was frightened. Lukas was frightened. They approached and knocked on the window calmly and said “give us the boy please.” “No!” mum replied. Then the man whispered to the women “you get the boy ill distract them”. Mum tried the engine one last time. It started lethargically until it died completely. We had no gas, no phone reception and no nearby services. How were we supposed to get out of there? Would we ever?