The Scary Friday Night.

The Scary Friday Night Descriptive writing It was a Friday night. The full moon was shining through the bare branches making scary shadows on our path as we walked. A cool light wind was blowing sending leaves dancing noisily in the forest floor. I remember thinking to myself that the night, was the scariest night ever, and I wanted to ask Scott to go back and take the long way through the road, but I …

…towards us, we got scared and run away. They chased us but we lost them, we took a short -cut through the forest to our house, when we got there I called the police, when they came they asked us questions about what happened but never found the gang. the police didn't believe us, they actually thought we were mentally sick and send us to the physiatrist, we could not believe what happened that day.