Mr. Nobody.

My worst fear had come true. In the woods Mr. Nobody was stood centimetres away from me: what did I do to deserve this?  Mr. Nobody was called Mr. Nobody for one reason… he had no body. His coal- black cloak represented evil; if you encountered him you were in for torture. I had to warn everyone but I couldn’t move, he was right in front of me. I took all the corage out of me and decided to speak up.

“Um… hello, Mr. Nobody,” I anxiously spoke.  Mr. Nobody viciously grabbed me.  Was this my last day on earth?


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