The House
A cracked, stone footpath lay below my feet, and an eye burning light shone down on the leaves below that slowly suffocated the dirt. Many skyhigh, stiff figures stood stubbornly solid to the ground, and the thick fog nearly completely
Covered a ugly shack with a rotting wooden roof. “Hello” I shouted, “anybody there?”, My cracked voice echoed through the decaying forest. I stood stiff, waiting for a reply holding my breath and biting my tongue, as I stood in the very heart of the forest. I looked down at my numb, bear feet a dirty torch lay on the broken rock pathway, I very slowly and carefully picked up the torch and clicked the button and - nothing happened
I let the torch slip out of my numb fingers and onto the soft bed of leaves.
I glared up at the window of the shack where the light had come from, I saw something brush past the cracked window.
“Who was that?” I whispered to myself “I wonder if they will help me” I stood still, wondering what to do in the darkness of dusk. I stood as my heart beated as fast as a rabbits, and a loud screech indicated that a door was opening. An old woman with long,dirty fingernails and black boots that covered her scrawny knees and wore a long pink dress that draped over her scrunched up dress-boots.
She pulled a attempted smile and showed her rotting brown teeth, “would you like to
come in?” she said with a high cracked pitched voice “I have a warm fire”
I was desperate to but said “no thank you” and quickly pivoted around, I started running faster than I had ever before. I had stubbed my toe at least 5 times on the footpath before I looked behind myself,she was not behind me but when I turned back she was standing in front of me...
