It was a creepy Saturday evening. I walked the dark pathway to the pitch black, abandoned lighthouse to meet Sophia. When I got there, I looked around a couple of times but Sophia was nowhere to be seen, which was quite  strange as she was never ever late. 

I thought she might have hidden inside the lighthouse, so I firmly rang the old midnight blue doorbell.  The door slowly creaked open and from up the cobwebbed stair case echoed a high pitched scream.  

I would recognise it anywhere! It was Sophia, and a cold creepy shiver ran down my spine.

EMILY = YEAR 6