The Return of the Giant Bats By Hannah

The Return of the Giant Bats

Foggy and swampy land surrounds my bare blistered feet.

The smell of rotten old wood creeps up my nose. Then out 

of the blue Smokey mud slaps me right in the face. The 

odour is so intense I could vomit.

Down bathing in the slimy river is what looks to be giant bats 

with smelly ancient cauliflower hats. Wrapped around them 

was black mysterious capes.

Suddenly I hear unusual gurgling noises. The wind starts to 

whistle like a tornado.

This place is filthy and creepy I’m never coming back.

By Hannah