The tapping sound grew louder and louder. The little boy Matthew who was in his house all alone. The sound grew louder and louder Matt hid under his bed. He didn’t know what to do. After a while he got the guts to go down to the basement and up to the attic and find some weapons to face whoever it was. While in the attic he found some useless stuff like a old Easter egg bunny. Going in the basement was very scary. Afterwards he went up to the front door and he opened it and the door flung backwards. On the doorstep his dad was standing there because he forgot the keys.
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The tapping sound grew louder and louder, the lightning crashed and echoed through the house. The rain grew heavier and heavier… it made a swishing and a splashing sound. The wind howled. While the storm carried on, I lay in my bed waiting and waiting for the tapping to stop… But it unwillingly would not. So I curled up in my bed while my blanket covered me, full of warmth and protection from the dark. Hoping it would also protect me from the tapping of the crow sitting outside the window waiting and waiting…
This will only make sense if you read last weeks one.
As Magenta studied the sign she noticed the floor starting to slowly adjust, as if it wasn't use to being... there. "she stands" crooked a freakish voice. Magenta spun around, catching a glimpse of a toad in a waist coat, that slowly turned into her oldest brother. He wasn't facing her, but facing another cloudy figure. Slowly his head turned a full circle while the rest of his body stayed completely still. His eyes rested on Magenta as she stood there frozen with shock and horror. Slowly at first a strange tapping noise started invading Magenta's brain. The tapping sound grew louder and louder, until she could take no more... |
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