A Horror / Tragic Story

I opened the door, to my horror, a few skeletons lay there, chained on the
wall.
Okay, time to recap. I and my friends, Jack and Peter, were playing around an
old, abandoned mansion. We were told that no one was allowed to enter.
However, curiosity overcame us and we picked the lock, granting us entrance
into the sacred lair of the unknown.
At the sight of the skeletons, the three of us were completely stunned. Our
jaw hung wide open for a few minutes before we came back to our senses.
My sixth sense told me that something was about to go wrong, so I urged the
other two to back out of the mansion.
Dont be such a chicken, said Jack, with a shaky voice.
Arent you scared too? I challenged him.
Yes, but we might never get the chance to explore here again if we leave
now.
All right, but we leave as soon as the first sign of danger shows.
We ventured deeper into the mansion. The design looked like some sort of
torture room, or a prison. Even though I was afraid, I was eager to discover
more. Throughout the lair, we did not lose sight of skeletons or spider webs.
These were at every corner, at every turn. The occasional howls from a
distance made the hair on our backs stand up straight. We finally arrived at a
long hallway. Jack picked up a piece of wood and lighted it up with his lighter.
The flame seared at first, but after it simmered down, I was able to see the
walls clearly. There were ancient writings, the kind we usually see in an
Egyptian grave robber movie. As the expert in history, Jack tried his best to
decipher the carvings. Meanwhile, Peter leaned towards the wall to catch his
breath. At that very moment, a cold chill went down my spine.
Watch out! I shouted.
Before he could react, that portion of the wall he was leaning against flipped,
trapping him on the other side. All he could let out was a loud shriek and he
vanished behind the walls. I pounded against the wall, shouting his name.
Only then did I know what real terror felt like. However, the chance of
rescuing him was bleak. I sank to the ground, desolated and hopeless.
Lets get out of here, we have to inform the adults! suggested Jack.
I got to my feet swiftly and both of us sped through the building. My heart
was racing. I knew that danger may be waiting at the next corner. I could
hear blood pounding in my ears. Wait, was that a creak I heard? Uh-oh, I
thought to myself. The ceiling began to crumble. My sub-consciousness took
over. I sprang forward and tackled Jack. Both of us fell to the ground. Just as I

thought that trouble was out of the way, the burning piece of wood slipped
out of his hand and landed in a pile of grease. Fire started spreading like mad.
I struggled to get up.
Come on, theres not much time left! I screamed as I turned towards the
exit.
Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
In a split second, my head turned 180 degrees. A gigantic marble pillar fell on
Jack. I mustered all the strength from every single cell in my body, trying to
lift it up, to no avail. My eyes were watery. I was completely out of ideas.
Save yourself, leave me, please, muttered Jack, with a weak tone.
This was certainly a tough decision for me. All the moments we had spent
together flashed through my mind. How could I leave him now? As the fire
was close to sealing my only exit, I knew that I had to be rational. I dived for
my escape route.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as the mansion erupted into flames behind me.

A Road Accident
Road accidents are reported in newspaper and on television every
day. There are more frequently caused by reckless drivers rather than faulty
vehicles. Last Saturday, while I was travelling from Ipoh, I witnessed a serious
accident. The scene of the accidents was vivid in my mind.
A motorcyclist was following behind was taxi very closely. He was so
impatient that he was trying to overtake my taxi even near a sharp bend. At
that critical moment, there was an oncoming car. The taxi driver swerved to
the roadside and I got a terrible jolt. It was too late for the motorcyclist to
avoid the car. His motorcycle ran against the bumper of the car and smashed
its windscreen. The motorcyclist somersaulted over the car and was found
lying in a pool of blood. It was a scene to chill the flesh! The car driver, who
was cut by the flying glass, was in a state of shock. All that happened in split
second and fear overwhelmed us.
The taxi driver stopped his taxi and I quickly ran to the nearest to the
nearest telephone booth to inform the police and the hospital. From a
distance I could see some people trying to help the injured motorcyclist and
the car driver. They carried them into one of the onlookers car and sent them
to the hospital for treatment. Meanwhile the taxi driver tried to control and
directs the traffic. Soon the police arrived and they promptly took some
measurements and evidence. After that they moved the damaged car and
the motorcycle to the roadside to ease the traffic congestion. They also took
down the evidence provided by witnesses and onlookers. Some sweepers
were clearing the debris and the blood stains on the road.

When the taxi finally continued the journey, I silently thanked God for
my narrow escape. I learned a good lesson that impatience and recklessness
would bring harm and danger. I was happy to see that Malaysians are publicspirited and they render help to others readily. Since then I remember and
follow the saying more haste less speed and prevention is better than cure.
I believe good road manners and roads safety campaigns can help to reduce
the number of road accidents which cause injuries, loss and lives and
properties.
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