story 27 november

I was looking at the house that I've been searching for my hole life. The house and the rushing water cried out for each other as the water leaves the bottom of the house where the cave lives. The leaves on the tree are talking about ’when shell we attack no we mast not me mast wait . I cant smell dead body's in the dirt I looked up at the sky and saw mist and thunder. I took a big breath and strolled forward not noticing the rotten wood foot path when my foot snap into it with dreadful pain the cold blood slowly drip down my muddy leg with my humble tiers down my cheek. I pulled out the cold slab of wood and tried to stand up but then SNAP my leg just broke in a 45 degree angle so I walked on with determination when I got to the bridge the mist felt like it was crawling down my throat sucking out my sole. When I finally got to the door I put my hand on the door handle and something grabbed my hand and pulled me in to the dark house. THE END