Dalton Is The Eye Doctor Of The Island

She saw in her dream what was about to happen, looming around her in her unconsciousness, creeping into her when she was asleep, a shadowy premonition of what was coming to shatter her.

The house had an unusual smell to it that Bryan couldn’t quite his finger on it. Miguel had never minded any of the people in the village had always believed the story ever since they were a young child, but there showed no evidence of this so called “Witch”. old lady on the corner of Babylan St. because he always knew it was just a folktale,so they wouldn’t go into a stranger 's house.

Darkness would always cover the forbidden town just passed the river bank. It was blocked off from the village next over. The village, in which one particular boy lived out a lonely life. On this night, he decided to embark on an adventure that would change his life. No one was to ever set foot in his town if they want to stay alive, for there was killer on the lose. And in this town no one was safe not even the dead.

Near the beginning of the story, Ingrid wonders about the odd suspicious man in Cracked-up Katie’s house that she had seen earlier.

There wasn't anything to do but talk. So the two talked quietly about the past. After the sun went down, they decided to sleep. The rock hard floor was very uncomfortable, and they both were still awake when the guard came up to check on the

Cleo and Aiden sloshed into the cabin and shut the creaky door behind them. Before any of them could take a breath of warm air, their grandmother, an older woman with brownish-grey hair, came down the old wood stairs, her apron swishing in front of her. “Heaven Sakes! What happened to the three of you?” She asked, eyeing them up and down. Before letting them say a word, she made them all change their clothes and handed them all blankets.When they were all seated by the fire, hot chocolate in hand, she asked again about their sodden

The way he described the run-down house setting in an open field between a gravel road and the foot of the mountain, fascinated her. Recalling his portrayal of Mr. Cassidy who lived in the house as dangerous, he discouraged her from visiting him. Discussing the missing people caused his eyes to fill with tears. Yet, no one would acknowledge there was a problem.

Suddenly, the girl was little again and she began to cry as she sat across the table from her kind mother. She didn’t understand why she was crying -- she was so happy that she didn’t know what else to do. The monster had left, and the girl couldn’t be happier, and soon she realized that she was going to stand up and fight for herself and help join the fight to blast all of the evil away from the world.

One day on the island of Cranetiusis was a little village with a villager named Mark. Mark was a tall man with brown hair. He goes place to place looking to help so he can earn some cash. He went to the shores of the island and watched the waves crash in and out. Suddenly he heard a loud scream of anger. Mark went towards the sound was coming from a cave.

She finally drifted off to sleep. She woke with a startle, then when she opened her eyes there was a bunch of monsters at the door. So she unlocked the door and let them in. They all demanded a room she told them all my rooms were full they started to flake away. She screamed “stop”they all

“AHH!” I screamed backing away from the ghost sitting on my bed staring at me in a creepy way. The ghost looked like a girl that was ripped apart with all the scars and bruises that she had. She stood up and started walking towards me and whispering noncoherent words. As she was walking closer the words became clearer.

A voice? Strange. It sounded familiar, but too faint to make out a definite match. And soon, she could see the little black dots before eyelids slowly

One day, Annabel walked to a creepy monster statue she had made, and the creepy monster came to life, but Annabel didn’t see because she turned her back before the statue moved. Then she heard a big roar! She

There were no tears as Angie went up the stairs and gently shook Lillian awake after calling 911. The young girl was bleary-eyed and confused at being woken up. Angela brought her downstairs and cuddled with her on the couch until the police came. All she would tell her young sister was that Father was in an accident.

“Vivienne! Coxey! Come quick! There’s a…monster outside!” I heard one of the tiny dolls shout. Two dainty girls entered the room from a ladder. All the people, there were four of them, turned to face me. One of them, with wavy black hair and a frilly red dress, spoke up.