write at least 10 pages essay on
i.)"the worst nightmare you ever had.
ii.)"the best nightmare you ever had.
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My Worst Nightmare The howling wind rattled the windowpanes in the
bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers.
My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My
sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my
chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was
the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy room
with no wallpaper. Instead of a carpet, there were filthy floorboards
that creaked and moaned. There was also a wardrobe that I had never
opened before because we had only moved in this huge house yesterday.
I was afraid of this great, dirty old piece of furniture. But never
mind that. I turned over and prayed that I would go to sleep. I
couldn't drift off. It was no use. I turned on my lamp and stood up.
Is there anything here to do, I wandered. I decided to go downstairs
to watch TV. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I slowly and
silently crept downstairs. Then suddenly I stopped, my heart beating
so fast that I thought my ribs were going to crack. Hands clutched
tightly on the stair railings, I strained my ears for the sound that
just came from the living room. Low moans could be heard, like a
wounded dog. I struggled to catch my breath for a moment. But just
then there came an angry growl. My blood froze and my whole body
seemed like carved ice. Then tremulously, I stumbled to the living
room door and opened it.
I almost screamed when I saw the two occupants sitting on our living
room couch. But I couldn't. I just stared, gaping in ho...
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bitter, damp night outside. I twisted and turned under my thin covers.
My teeth chattered in the chilly air around me. I couldn't sleep. My
sweat dripped down my forehead and my heart was thumping hard at my
chest. I was always afraid of the dark and I still am. But this was
the first time I had slept alone in a hollow, ominous and shadowy room
with no wallpaper. Instead of a carpet, there were filthy floorboards
that creaked and moaned. There was also a wardrobe that I had never
opened before because we had only moved in this huge house yesterday.
I was afraid of this great, dirty old piece of furniture. But never
mind that. I turned over and prayed that I would go to sleep. I
couldn't drift off. It was no use. I turned on my lamp and stood up.
Is there anything here to do, I wandered. I decided to go downstairs
to watch TV. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I slowly and
silently crept downstairs. Then suddenly I stopped, my heart beating
so fast that I thought my ribs were going to crack. Hands clutched
tightly on the stair railings, I strained my ears for the sound that
just came from the living room. Low moans could be heard, like a
wounded dog. I struggled to catch my breath for a moment. But just
then there came an angry growl. My blood froze and my whole body
seemed like carved ice. Then tremulously, I stumbled to the living
room door and opened it.
I almost screamed when I saw the two occupants sitting on our living
room couch. But I couldn't. I just stared, gaping in ho...
plz mark me branliest if u like my answer
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