Hello fellow book worms, aliens and more, I wrote this story for our mid-term test and got a 100% on it(yay!) Hope you like it.

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 A young boy hurried to the door of the basement to fetch Mother the medicine pail for his ill father. His nightgown danced with the movement and his teddy bear dangled from his arms. Opening the door, all he could make out in front of him with the light from the hallway was five steps, the rest were plunged in darkness.

Goosebumps rose on his skin as his bare feet touched the first, blistering cold stair step. He clutched his teddy bear close and advanced downward. A shiver tingled down his spine as he slowly and cautiously dived into the black.

There was no light, just the faint glow of the doorway, begging him to turn back. He froze mid-step, not daring to breathe, hearing a startling 'creak' from the wooden boards beneath him. After standing like a statue for a full two minutes, he stirred up his courage and continued his descent. Like a blanket, the dark covered his path, but it was soft or cuddly. It closed in around him, blocking out his senses so all he could hear, see, taste, touch and smell, was black. His teeth chattered from the chilly, stuffy air of the basement.

The boy was about to turn around and make a hasty retreat to the safety of the light, but every minute, Father was getting sicker and if he cowardly turned back, he might possibly die. The thought pained the boy and he suddenly found the courage to dash down the stairs to retrieve the medicine that would heal his Father.

He searched around the room for any source of light, but darkness ruled the basement. He shuttered at the thought of monsters and all the horror tales of death in darkness and wasted no time feeling around the basement for the medicine bucket Mother kept. To his satisfaction, he felt his hands touch an ice cold, tiny metal pail; he felt around inside the container and his fingers brushed against the smooth bottles of medications. He straightened up grasping the bucket and sprinted toward the stairs, his teddy bear hanging on for dear life in his right hand, while the rattling sound of glass bottles bonking against each other came from the bucket in his left.

Out of breath and frozen from head to toes, he rushed through the doorway and was instantly welcomed by the light. He slammed the basement door behind him and flew up the stairs to where Mother sat next to Father, sponging his feverish head. Relief filled his emotions and the idea of braving the basement, the child's worst nightmare, made him feel heroic.