It was a cold night in September. George and Maire Winston drove throgh the empty country roads towards the house of their friends, the Harrisons. They were giong to attend a party. On the radio was interrupted by a news announcement: “Cheshire have a crazy killer, and he’s out there somewhere”. Unluckily, the car is losing power for some reason. The car began to slow down and they stopped. Marie had to wait while George ran to the nearest house and call the Harrisons. Marie locked all the doors and lay on the floor in the back of the car, under the blanket. When George cameback, he would knock three times on the door. However, when she heard a strange scratching noise. It seemed to be coming from the roof of the car. Marie was terrified. This was not her husband. Many hours later, she was still lying there. She had not slept for a moment. Suddenly, someone had come. Several policemen rushed toward the car as Marie opened the door. About tent yards from the police car, she stopped, turned and looked back at the empy vehicle. George was hanging from the tree above the car, a rope tied around his neck. “Bum, bump, bump” – his feet were bumping gently on the roof of the car.
It was a
cold
night in September. George and
Maire
Winston drove
throgh
the empty country roads towards the
house
of their friends, the
Harrisons
. They were
giong
to attend a party. On the radio
was interrupted
by a news announcement: “Cheshire have a crazy killer, and he’s out there somewhere”.
Unluckily
, the
car
is losing power for
some
reason. The
car
began to slow down and they
stopped
. Marie had to wait while George ran to the nearest
house
and call the
Harrisons
. Marie locked all the doors and lay on the floor in the back of the
car
, under the blanket. When George
cameback
, he would knock three times on the door.
However
, when she heard a strange scratching noise. It seemed to be coming from the roof of the
car
. Marie
was terrified
. This was not her husband.
Many
hours later, she was
still
lying there. She had not slept for a moment.
Suddenly
, someone had
come
. Several policemen rushed toward the
car
as Marie opened the door. About tent yards from the police
car
, she
stopped
, turned and looked back at the
empy
vehicle. George was hanging from the tree above the
car
, a rope tied around his neck. “Bum, bump, bump”
–
his feet were bumping
gently
on the roof of the
car
.