
As the old man approached my friends and me, we took off on our
bicycles as fast as we could. We went down the hill and over the ditch straight into our hiding place. I turned on the
flashlight so we could see; our secret place was a cave. We pulled out our journals and started to write about the old scary man.
I said he looked like a fish with his big eyes. My friend thought he looked like a skinny version of Bigfoot. My sister said he was
barefoot and his feet looked like he had been walking on hot lava. After a while we felt sorry for him so we stopped talking about him. We decided to leave the cave and go home.
When I got home the old man was there talking to my dad it sounded like
gibberish, I couldn’t understand anything he was saying. Come to find out he wasn’t trying to hurt us he was just looking for his dog. If we wouldn’t have ran off like scary cats then we would have been able to help him; but my mom always said never talk to strangers!