A TRUE STORY ABOUT A WARLOCK
One day, in June, my grandfather sent my father to a man in the village to tell him something. Playing my father forgot what he had to do. Sometime later, he remembered what my grandfather had told him and went to visit that man.
When he came back it was past midnight and my father was only twelve years old. Stopping by a fence he saw a dog .When the dog came nearer it got bigger and bigger. It was like a huge man.
My father was stone-still and in vain he tried to cry for he had no voice. The warlock passed easily over the fence without harming my father. Pale and scared, my father arrived home and told his parents what had happened.
It was a night that my father and his parents would never forget.
DIANA MOCANU,the 8th form, Drawing by Edely Dan