A knock on the door in the middle of the night (Version 2) | Primary 4 essay for 10 year olds | by Kooi Xiu Min, Singapore
Recently, I had published Xiu Min's Primary Three essay on "The Mango Theft Incident", which had enjoyed very good readership - thanks for all your support! Do help spread the word on the works on this site to more parents and kids, so we could help inculcate the joys of reading and writing to more kids! Please welcome Xiu Min once more as she presents another fine piece of work from her Ngee Ann Primary School Primary Four (for 10 year olds) collection - "A knock on the door in the middle of the night".
“Please don’t tell me… Please, oh, please…” I muttered to myself. It was the stroke of midnight and I was tossing and turning on my bed. For the past three nights, I had not been sleeping well at all! I had a strange nightmare of being robbed at night. Suddenly, a loud banging sound from outside made me sit up with a violent jolt. “Who could it be at this hour?” I grumbled, flustered at the thought of having to wake up at midnight.
I crept down the stairs cautiously as I had no wish of waking anyone up. As I ran lightly towards the door, the banging sound ceased and came to an abrupt stop, as though whoever it was at the door knew that there was someone about to open the door. Slowly, I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it. When I saw who that ‘somebody’ was, my face turned pale and I tried frantically to hide in the dark corners but it was too late!
For that ‘somebody’ was a burglar! He was clad in a black shirt, black pants, and unsurprisingly, a black veil to hide his true identity. He grabbed me by the shoulders and propelled me into the nearest room, the study room. “Scream and you’ll be sorry you were born!” he hissed.
When he was not looking, I felt around the dimly lit room for a phone to call the police and my neighbours. My hand trembled as I punched in the numbers ‘999’. “Help…” I squeaked and quickly informed them of my location. I hung up the phone and at that moment, the burglar stormed in and brandished a knife at my face. “Get out!” he yelled. I ran out to the lawn, where my neighbours stood, each with a stick in their hands.
As the burglar sauntered out, my neighbours raised their arms and ‘smack’! Mr and Mrs Lee, my kindest and strongest neighbours, pinned the burglar to the ground. “Come with me!” A stern and firm voice suddenly bellowed behind Mr and Mrs Lee. It was the police. My parents, who had jumped out of bed as soon as the police arrived, said gently, “That is quite enough excitement for one night.” I turned to my neighbours and thanked them profusely for their help and followed my parents home.
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Catch you later~
Elijah Wee
“Please don’t tell me… Please, oh, please…” I muttered to myself. It was the stroke of midnight and I was tossing and turning on my bed. For the past three nights, I had not been sleeping well at all! I had a strange nightmare of being robbed at night. Suddenly, a loud banging sound from outside made me sit up with a violent jolt. “Who could it be at this hour?” I grumbled, flustered at the thought of having to wake up at midnight.
I crept down the stairs cautiously as I had no wish of waking anyone up. As I ran lightly towards the door, the banging sound ceased and came to an abrupt stop, as though whoever it was at the door knew that there was someone about to open the door. Slowly, I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it. When I saw who that ‘somebody’ was, my face turned pale and I tried frantically to hide in the dark corners but it was too late!
For that ‘somebody’ was a burglar! He was clad in a black shirt, black pants, and unsurprisingly, a black veil to hide his true identity. He grabbed me by the shoulders and propelled me into the nearest room, the study room. “Scream and you’ll be sorry you were born!” he hissed.
When he was not looking, I felt around the dimly lit room for a phone to call the police and my neighbours. My hand trembled as I punched in the numbers ‘999’. “Help…” I squeaked and quickly informed them of my location. I hung up the phone and at that moment, the burglar stormed in and brandished a knife at my face. “Get out!” he yelled. I ran out to the lawn, where my neighbours stood, each with a stick in their hands.
As the burglar sauntered out, my neighbours raised their arms and ‘smack’! Mr and Mrs Lee, my kindest and strongest neighbours, pinned the burglar to the ground. “Come with me!” A stern and firm voice suddenly bellowed behind Mr and Mrs Lee. It was the police. My parents, who had jumped out of bed as soon as the police arrived, said gently, “That is quite enough excitement for one night.” I turned to my neighbours and thanked them profusely for their help and followed my parents home.
If you like this essay, you may also like to read:
- my version of "A knock on the door in the middle of the night"
- Xiu Min's Primary Three essay on "The Mango Theft Incident"
Catch you later~
Elijah Wee
About the guest writer (Kooi Xiu Min)
Hello! I am an extremely talkative girl who could be a tad hot-tempered at times, and well, I do love tricks ... ;-) Besides my love for reading (my favourite series are the Malory Towers and St Clare's series from Enid Blyton), I have a passion for music and my favourite soundtrack is "Les Miserables". As for movies, I love "Oz, the great and powerful".
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