Haunted House

THE MOON WAS GLOWING HIGH IN THE SKY, TREES WERE REACHING TOWARDS ME, AT THAT TIME I WISH I COULD FLY, AND OVER HERE I WISH I COULD NEVER BE! I WAS LOST IN A FOREST, TRYING TO FIND MY WAY, BUT IT WAS NO USE, I WAS HAVING A BAD DAY! UNTIL I SAW A HOUSE, FROM THE WINDOWS OUT CAME LIGHT, THE DOOR WAS AS BIG AS A TOWER, IT WAS QUITE A CREEPY SIGHT! BUT I RAN TO THE DOOR AND PUSHED IT WITH ALL MY POWER! THE HOUSE WAS DARK, AND I COULD HARDLY SEE, WHEN THREE THIN HANDS WERE REACHING TOWARDS ME! OUT CAME THREE WITCHES, ONE FAT AND ONE THIN, AND ONE AS DIRTY AS THE INSIDE OF A DUST BIN! THEN THEY SAID: “WHO OPENED THE MIGHTY DOOR, WHICH WAS LOCKED YEARS BEFORE” THEN I SAID: “IT WAS I, AND IT WAS NEVER LOCKED” AND THEN KEPT QUIET LOOKING QUITE SHOCKED! THEN THEY SAID: ANY WAY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE! I SAID: “I WAS LOST, AND HAD NOWHERE TO GO, WHAT WILL BE THE COST, IF I LIVED HERE WITH YOU!” BUT THEY SAID: “NO! NO! YOU CAN, BUT IN THERE MIND THERE WAS A DIFFERENT PLAN!” THEY TUCKED ME IN A WARM COSY BED, BUT THEY ACTUALLY WANTED TO COOK ME INSTEAD! BUT AT NIGHT I HEARD: “COOK THE LITTLE WIT!” BUT THEY KEPT ON SCARING ME, AND BY THAT TIME I HAD IT! I JUMPED OUT OF BED, AND SLIPPED TO THE DOOR, AND THERE SWEET TALK, I WOULDN’T BARE ANY MORE! BUT THEY ALL CAME, AND TWISTED MY ARM AND SAID: “LITTLE GIRL! LITTLE GIRL! WHY ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR BED?” I SCREAMED AND SCREAMED WITH TERROR AND FRIGHT! BUT NO ONE COULD HEAR ME IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT! THEY DRAGGED ME ALL THE WAY TO MY ROOM, AND SOON I WAS FACING MY DOOM! THEY SPLASHED ME INSIDE THERE BIG BLACK POT, THINGS BUBBLING AND IT WAS DARN HOT, THE SKIN FROM MY HANDS WAS PEELING OFF, AND THE SMOKE MADE ME COUGH AND COUGH! TOGETHER ALL THE WITCHES SAID: “SOON LITTLE GIRL YOU ARE GOING TO BE DEAD!” BUT I JUMPED OUT OF THE POT IN THE SMOKE, AND WHEN THEY SAW I WASN’T THERE, THERE SENSES BROKE! THEY WERE SO ANGRY AND FOLLOWED ME AROUND, THEY EVEN SNIFFED ON THE DUSTY GROUND! BUT I GOT OUT OF THE HOUSE, AND LOCKED THEM FROM OUTSIDE! BUT I HEARD THEM MOANING AND ALL OF THEM HAD TO CRY! BUT I THINK THEY DISERVED IT, FOR TWISTING MY ARM, COOKING ME AND CALLING ME A WIT……