Goat’s Cheese by Emilie age 9

Ben stumbled towards the deserted graveyard with teeth chattering and hands shivering. He could see the light of the moon shining bright white. He wished that he knew a guy who would let him stay in his house for the night, but he didn’t. Ben heard the rustles of leaves and a howl. Ben was painfully thin, like a bean pole, who looked as if a gust of wind could bend him in two. “Come to me boy!” Ben spun around. He saw a small squirrel race down a dead…