Something frightening happened to me the other day. I was on my way home from school. I got off the busat the corner of my road and started to walk towards our house. Then I thought: 'Fanny! There is a car outside our house.'
I looked inside because I wanted to see what they were like. At first I thought there was nobody in it. Then I saw an old man lying on the floor of the car. he had blood all over his face. His eyes were shut and his face was white. I didn't want to open the car door, I was too frightened, so I went to telephone the police.
Mum wasn't home and I was all alone. I Dialled 999 and asked for the police. A policeman wrote down my name and address. But I don't think he believed my story. Then I heard a car start. I looked out of the window and saw the car disappering round the corner.
The police never came and I still don't know what happened to the man. But it gave me a horrible fright. My dad said it was a good stroy and he enjoyed it very much! But I promise you, I didn't imagine it. It was all true.