Desperately wanting to close my eyes; the ugly hairless figure approached me. I didn’t know what to do, I ran for my life. Gasping for air, I turned my back. The figure was nowhere to be seen. Not willing to move a muscle I came across this unusual farmer. “Hello are you lost” I asked. The farmer looked puzzled. “Why do you ask?” I started to describe the ghostly figure to the man. His face went pale and began to sprint as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
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Sycamore Class- A year 6 Class Blog 
This is a great post Spencer, I loved the way you have thought about what happens when you are scared. Using these in your writing adds to the suspense and feeling that something is wrong! I wonder if this is the beginning of a horror story?
Thank you mrs Thomas 2