As the gate screeches open giving of an ear piercing sound. I stagger slowly up the derelict path glaring at the dark foreboding house. Bolts of lethal lightning strike at a tree two or three times before tumbling down over. I take a few regretting steps onto the dark misty porch. Whoosh! Bats flutter round my body before guiding me inside. My feet squirm coldly across the rundown floor boards. I skim search the place with my eyes.Before I know my eyes are locked on a spinning freshly munched apple...
The End
The End