Wednesday 27 February 2013

My Story

There is a legend, that might be true, no one knows for sure. If you ever see a cottage with two red eyes in darkness shining through a small window in some woods, you know that this house will be the one. It was one winters' night at around midnight, when a small, humble girl leapt back in fright at the sight of a ghastly cottage standing in the middle of some woods. She was trekking her home 50 miles off and for the first time she noticed the ghostly house. Grey moss covered the black brick which tilted to one side on an uneven ground smothered in mud. She knew it would take some time before she reached her small home and it was of course midnight, so she decided to take this option that she had, knock on the front door. With fright in her eyes and anxiousness in her heart, she took a small step toward to unbearable house and timidly knocked on the grey front door. Slowly, but surely, the crooked door opened and an old woman with green hair, a frightening grin and unusually sharp teeth let her in. The surely haunted house was scary and the woman sat the girl on a small dusty old table. Her teeth grew sharper and the girl instantly knew that there was something wrong with her. She paralysed the girl when she pointed to the heater. The girl obeyed her commands and walked into the blazing fire. The woman got her pitchfork and stabbed the young girl several times before switching everything off and showing her gleaming, red eyes through the window.

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