Close Call is a sad scary story about a boy who had a narrow escape when he went to visit his best friend.
When I was 10 years old, I had a best friend who lived a few minutes walk from my house. One day, after school, I went over to his house as usual to play.
When I got to his home, I found I knocked on the front door. The whole house was deathly silent.
I called out my friend’s name, but there was no answer.
His mother’s car was still in the driveway, so I knew they hadn’t gone anywhere.
“Come out to play!” I shouted.
There was no reply.
“Come on, I know you’re in there,” I called.
The silence was eerie.
I went up to the window and peered inside.
Just then, I heard my friend’s voice shout, “Just go away! Get out of here!”
Suddenly, there was a loud scream and a crashing sound.
Frightened, I ran home crying, not knowing what was going on.
The next day, at school, I heard a shocking story from the older boys. They said that a gang of thieves had broken into my friend’s house the day before.
My friend and his mother had been murdered.
If I had gone into the house, I would have been killed as well.
It turned out that my friend and his mother had been hiding from the thieves when I showed up. By shouting at me, he had saved my life, but he had also given away his hiding place.
That’s so sad!
Well this story has already been posted somewhere here because I recall reading it earlier.Really sad tho