Short Story Ending

We read: the Boy Behind the Door and were asked to finish off the story. So we wrote a short story explaining what we thought the ending of the story would be.

At the same time he takes a small step towards the bed.

“Stay back!” I yell, though not loud enough to wake grandma. He looks at me with his sea blue eyes which flicks back to the draw next to me. He takes another step. And another. And another. I get out of my warm cosy bed and find that the wooden floorboards are creaking coldly. I notice a faint outline of dust on him outlining his body. He stops as if he read my mind. No this can’t be right. No. But how?

I look at him intently focusing on even the smallest of things. My heart pounding vigorously. He changes course and starts walking to me. I stand because, well, because he's walking faster and faster I jump onto my bed and onto the other side. I take a quick sneak look back to find to my utter despair that he’s following me. The boy is following me. He’s from the castle!

I don’t know how it happened or why but I backed up into the corner of the room. He was over me now looking down at me. I covered my head with my hands. At the time I was confused when I heard the sound of a sword coming out of it’s sheth with that obvious metal against metal. So I looked up through the cracks between my fingers. Which was unmistakably the worst mistake I have ever done. The sword came hammering down through my hands, skull and heart. The lights just went out. But the next thing I knew I awoke not where I thought I would. I awoke in the room.

There was a beam of light powering down on me stronger than any other sort I’ve experienced. Everything was strange, I could barely see a thing. The sun spat it’s rays into my eyes. I moved away crawling along the ground with my hands. Within barely two metres of my movement I started to eat the thick layer of dust. That’s when I realised I was in the castle.

My heart beats and I scramble to my feet. I dust myself off and peer over the castle tower looking across the disturbed land. “What do I do?” I question myself. After I’ve settled down and my breathing has slowed, I can hear voices and screams. I run down the dusty stairs made out of cardboard and slide across the supposedly marble floor. The noises grow louder by the second and I burst through the two front gates. Where I see, a battle taking place.

I run across the dust which is like grass and jump over bodies. I check if some of them are breathing but as I lean down to the body and put my hands on they archer's chest I feel something that’s not human. He’s plastic…. I run across the field to the danger with knowledge of why. It just feels right. I reach the fight and. “STOP!!!” I yell so loud that everyone actually stops and turns to me. My bravery diminishes, shyness pours over me which overwhelms my body. I hadn’t really thought out a plan but carried on with my speech anyway. “Yooo ou guys ss are be eing bad d,” I stutter. “Maybee e you shouldd d sto pp,” Everyone looks at me. Then one yells CHARGE!