It was midnight. John had just drifted to sleep. Suddenly, he was woken up by a strange voice. “Give me water,” whispered a croaking voice. In the darkness, John could make out a little figure. It was an old man in a green coat and red cap. “I am very thirsty,” said the old man. Uneasy, John ran to the kitchen and fetched him a glass of water. The old man drank it gratefully. Suddenly, his eyes gleamed, and he shot up in height. He was now touching the ceiling. A long arm snaked towards John. He grabbed John’s throat and laughed wickedly. “Help me,” screamed John. His parents came running and saw him rolling on the floor. “What happened?” asked his father. “That old man!” gasped John, and he opened his eyes. There was no one in the room except his parents. The glass of water stood on the table, untouched.
A Scary Encounter
