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lol, i always knew my sister sucked at the clarinet, but during tutoring, i realised it was worse than i thoughtXD
all throughout it, i had to stop myself from laughing since it acutally does sound like some poor bird being slowly slaughtered.
and since apparently creative writing is in the test on monday....

The little boy stepped forwardly hesitantly, glancing nervously at the ominous gray clouds that had covered what had been a bright sunny sky some mere minutes ago. Raising a tiny shaking fist, he proceeded to knock on the door, when an ear splitting cry of agony came from beyond the door, shocked, he fell over. What earth was that? The rumors were true after all, was there really an evil spirit there? Fear gripping him, he stumbled over himself to run back to the gates and the safety of the village. What are you scared? He barely heard the taunt lost in the wind, reaching his ears in a ghostly whisper. But there was no backing down now, a dare was a dare. Scrunching his eyes closed, he lifted his fist once more to knock on the door.
BANG!
The sound echoed loudly like a gunshot, and to his terror, he found his feet rooted to the ground, unable to escape. After a moment of silence, the horrible screams resumed. Struggling to lift his legs, his head shot up in horror as the door slowly creaked open and the sounds screams came louder. Eyes widening in fear, he desperation to be freed of the chains grew. But his struggles were futile as the door opened some more, and the shadows inside crept out to grab him. The screams only rose higher. Realising that he wouldn't be able to get out in time, he could only watch as the witch came for him. He couldn't think anymore, the painful screeches were banishing all rational thoughts. Putting his arms out in one last attempt to save himself, he squeezed his eyes shut as the shadows dragged him into the house.
"What the fu-"
The screams stopped, peeking through his fingers, he saw a flaming red haired woman, with a sour scowl glaring down at him, reminiscent of his sister's usual face.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.
"What do you want kid?" she demanded.
Not knowing what to do, he ran.
The woman growled in annoyance as the little bastard ran away screaming, she never liked kids.
"Is something wrong?"
The woman glanced back into the house where her student sat, fingers held hesitantly over the violin.
"No, keep playing."
The brunette child hesitated for a few more seconds before dragging the bow murderously over the screeching strings.
The woman winced internally, there was so, so very much to teach this child, hopefully her ears will stay intact by the end of it...

Yeah.... very cliched kinda horror-humour story ne? I really should worry more about my essay writing still... >www<""