This is a short "scary story" I wrote for my language arts class.
I climbed through the window and dropped onto the floor of the palace. The only things I could see as I looked down the long hallways were torches and expensive tapestries on the stone walls. I started navigating the corridors, remembering where to go perfectly. My soft footsteps sounded eerie in the silence. They sounded even eerier mixed with the crackling of the torches. The peace was interrupted by a slave emerging from a door up ahead. I quickly took out my bow and an arrow. In the same movement I shot the arrow. It hit her right in the neck and she fell to the floor. I was so silent that the only thing quieter than me was my ghostly shadow. Then I just walked by, leaving the arrow.
Finally I came upon the hallway that contains the king's bedroom. Peeking around the corner, I saw three huge guards in front of the door. I jumped from around the corner, shot an arrow, and killed one of the guards. Before the others could react I got one with a kick and the last with a punch. Again the atmosphere was noiseless. I crept up to the ostentatious door that led to the bedroom of the king. I put my hand around the cold handle and creaked open the door.
The room was very baroque and smelled of incense. This was almost too easy. The king stirred in his bed. He sat up and his eyes widened with surprise when he saw someone in his doorway. He probably didn't recognize me. He just sat there with a bewildered countenance. I took out my knife and did away with him as quickly as possible. Blood covered the bed and I knew it was done. Before I ran away I grabbed a torch from the hall and threw it onto the body of the once great king.
