The Silo Strangler- Creative Writing :: Creative Writing Essay

Slowly trudging through the swampy field silhouetted by the moon, was the fifth victim of the Silo Strangler. He was 15 years old, 5ft 6 and was the usual teenager who thought that the world revolved around him and that nothing could hurt him. His father laid down the rules in his class and the one he, made a point of most was that Andy should not sneak out of his bedroom and night to go and drink with his friends. Not only was it under-the-counter for him to be drinking, the Silo Strangler was lurking around and had already killed four people in the vicinity of the colony. It was violating this rule that got Andy killed. It started as soon as he climbed out of his bedroom window at 1030PM. He shuffled down the cast iron drainpipe down the side of his house to the ground, he sneaked around the house in total stealth making sure nobody saw him. He crossed the well-lit main road, which spoiled the serenity of the village, bringing more people to the vil lage 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 habiliments 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 behind 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 hold up 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 thus he had to walk through the woods to the other side of the village. The woods were strange place, especially in the dark when everything seemed to change. Trees looked like people. Branches looked like arms and dominion noises like and owls hooting, or a bird setting of to fly made you feel like you were being watched.