The Silo Strangler- Creative Writing :: Creative Writing Essay

Slowly trudging through the swampy product line silhouetted by the moon, was the fifth victim of the Silo Strangler. He was 15 years old, 5ft 6 and was the vernacular teenager who thought that the world revolved around him and that nonhing could accidental injury him. His father laid down the rules in his dramaturgy and the one he, make a point of most was that Andy should not sneak show up of his sleeping accommodation and night to go and drink with his friends. Not only was it illegal for him to be drinking, the Silo Strangler was lurking around and had already killed four people in the locality of the village. It was violating this rule that got Andy killed. It started as soon as he climbed out of his sleeping room window at 1030PM. He shuffled down the cast crusade drainpipe down the side of his house to the ground, he sneaked around the house in total stealth making sure nobody precept him. He crossed the well-lit main road, which spoiled the serenity of the village, bringing to a greater extent people to the village who bought houses for obscene amounts of money and the Buttermilk Bluebeard. Then he climbed awkwardly through the barbed wire fence trying his best not to damage himself or his clothing as his parents would know he had been out if he did. Now he was in the field he could not run through it, he had to slowly walk, down the edge of the field, as there was corn on the cob growing in it so he had to take care not to stand on or trip over one of the corn plants. When he came to the end of this field he had could run through the next field then he had to walk through the woods to the other side of the village. The woods were alien place, especially in the dark when everything seemed to change. Trees looked like people. Branches looked like arms and radiation diagram noises like and owls hooting, or a bird setting of to fly make you feel like you were being watched.