The Story Of A Story Chapter 1

“We found your family why you were out that'll be fine.” Wolf says while walking over to

Logan flicked on his flashlight and pointed it to the ground, “ It looks like there are footprints going towards the tunnel”.

“You’re an idiot, Lance,” his friend Pidge says, sipping at her milkshake, “I can’t believe they ever gave you a license.”

“Anthony were playing carpet hockey there is no reason to get all worked up because you’re losing to James” Kevin explained. “Just resume the game it's 4-1 and were playing to 5 as you both know”

"Heath, be careful!" Duece hissed, tugging his friend along. The two turned the corner and immediately met up with Clawd and Clawdeen.

Inside there were three doors, a kitchen in a corner, a fireplace near a couch, which had a cluster of holes, it was puking out its insides. The cabin was dark and the only light refracting through the windows. The wooden floors were budding weeds.

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

As they kept walking in ,there were 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. The whole cabin was

"When will we find our new camp?" He looked at the kits, they were skinny... and didn't have much energy to play or anything "The kits need to rest, and recover from the shock of the fire" I said to him, i gave him a look saying we will talk later, he nodded and walked over to Scareye.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Mr. Stewart. You owe her a new snow shovel.”

I looked back onto the house as if it were a museum, an artifact- perfectly tact cleaned as I remembered back when I was four years old finding a yellow hot wheel sport car on a window seal remembering the hallways much grander and much larger than they were now. When I rubbed my hand against that seal, I expected dust from years of a messy bedroom lived in by twins with too many stuffed animals. There was none. There was none like that matchbox car lost underneath my bed. My mom wiped it down before the endless showings to people who never cared.

Every inch of the dusty Walla was covered in moss coloured slier. The ceiling was crushing me with every step. I was droning as the walls caved in. I could smell the odours from the dead animals creeping its way up my swollen nose. The scent whirling around, getting stronger, the further into its world it got. This unfamiliar place kept feeling further away from home and slowly felt my heartbeat increasing. Abode thirst scream, a suicidal blood splatter, a choking stench, a gruesome Tate, a trembling body, the world was slipping away at my trembling fingertips. And i stumbled my way deeper and deeper; the dusty darkness became somewhat mysterious. The once slime covered walls, were now shiny glass and had been stretched into a dome. There was a strange smell, like shoe polish, flowing around the room. The disturbing silence was growing more frightening. It was lifeless. My eyes were drawn to an ago iin sight. Right in front of my blurring vision, the reflection strewn across the glass, stopped my pulse. Jet-black eyes, red tangles locks, and brightly coloured clothing stared back at me like a laser-light. A droning sound echoed off the revealing walls. It was the same sound as the grandfather clock made in my old grandmother’s house. It bounced around, as if to make fun of me. It was ripping away at my ear drums with its repetitive noise, increasing by the second. Silvery illuminates

Goen heard the shuffle behind him and quickly spun around. His eyes softened once they met his son’s. Goen waved Feo over

He approached the house wearily, noting with growing horror its advanced, albeit subtle, state of decay; however the labyrinth of phantasm that composed its interior belied the crumbling edifice...

Xion scooted down next to Roxas. "You know, I think I finally figured out why Seifer and his gang don't have an address on their mail."