It was a dark night – one of the darkest recently and the strong cold wind was blowing. There was a full moon on the sky. And when there is the full moon, on that hill, which the story is about always some strange things happen. A hundred years ago on the night of a full moon that hill arose. Nobody knew how but it has just appeared.

That night an old car came along a crooked road and stopped at the foot of the hill. At the top of the hill there was a big old house. A witch lived in it. A man came out of a car and went along a path which led to the top of the hill. After 15 minutes the man reached the house. He knocked at the door. Since nobody answered, he opened them. The door was squeakily and old as the house itself. When the door opened, the poor man saw a witch with a green face and a black cat on her shoulder. He was frightened and immediately ran down the hill. Because of the darkness he couldn’t seen anything so he fell into a pond. He couldn’t swim because of the water plants. He started to sink. With his arm he searched for something that he could cling to and he grabbed a flower. When he pulled it out of the soil, the flower became very bright. There was a huge hole now instead of the dirty pond and the man was dry. He could see a long queue of witches and magicians. They were walking out of the house and straight into the hole. When the last magician went into the hole, it disappeared. And it wasn’t dark anymore. The flower, which a moment ago was still bright, was now an ordinary red carnation. The man looked at the top of the hill. There was no house now, only a cat and the huge full moon behind it. The cat ran to the man and he could see that it wasn’t black now – it was brown. That was the witch’s cat. He grabbed the cat and called for a taxi. When the taxi came, he got in and noticed that there was no driver in the car. So he came home in a car without a driver. That night he dreamed some strange things.

When he woke up in the morning, he went back to the place where he was last night. But there was no hill. There were only two houses. When he asked the owners if they knew what had happened to the hill, they just looked at him oddly. Who knows, maybe it was just a dream. But the cat was real.

Tina, 9.r