Run… Run… Run… I ran I fled I flew just to get away from IT. Slowly the sky got darker I knew IT was coming for me but I couldn’t give in. Run… Run… Faster than a cheetah stopping at nothing to get away but then I was cornered IT finally got me I screamed for help! Nobody came. I screamed again. Same answer. Nothing would get me away. Away from my mother. “I don’t want a bath” I cried but she just smiled and dragged me to the dreaded bathroom. “Help” screaming, searching for an answer but it was too late!