It was a cold, rainy night in the middle of Autumn, I suddenly woke up with a fright and walked to the attic to finish cleaning.
Inside the attic were junk from generations ago like old newspaper, boardgames and old photographs.
I was moving some boxes when I saw a large black book with blood on the cover. (The only book I knew about was the one called ''Fine cooking only for people who can't cook.'')
I opened the book slowly, when suddenly a gust of wind blew around the house. It felt like a strong tornado.
I just ignored it and went back to my cozy bed. When I woke up it looked like I was in a jungle. There were monkeys, bugs, elephant and huge lions!
I ran downstairs and looked out the window, everyone had turned into monkeys and so was I. I screamed but all you could hear was “OOOHHH.”
A few miles away I could see a huge gorilla holding onto my mum and heading to St Pius x school. I followed them there.
The army tried shooting the gorilla but they always missed. So I grabbed a machine gun and kept on shooting the gorilla in the head. Eventually it died. My mum landing safely on a trampoline.
We went back home unharmed but we were still monkeys. It was ok with me.