• Walking along in the the cold breezy night, willie's life seemed almost desolate.... he looked up at the stars and wondered... Have i done anything to diserve this? what must i do to make all my worries flee? Looking down at his watch, he gasped when he realised the time.
    He sprinted swiftly like a cheetah in the forest, leaves brushing ever so slightly amongst his dirty, un-brushed hair. He had reached his deadly destination, but what would his mother say? What would his mother DO?
    Letting his trembling fingers grip the rusty metal door handle, he unsurely stepped into the cold house. As he carfully closed the creaking door he squinted to see a small, crooked, insect like body drift along the ghostly dark floorboards, making poor willie jump with every evil twitch. Before he had time to take in what might be his last drag of air, fingernails clutched his shoulders, pinning him up against the stone cold wall.
    He was locked now in the harsh power of her wicked, peircing snake-like eyes unable to free him-self.
    Trembling, willie realised he had to get away..and fast. Forcing her off and sprinting with all his might and strength, he ran into the room next door and hid behind the one, dusy old chair, perched upon a cardboard box. Hoping he wouldnt be seen or heard, she glided towards him and lifted her bony arm in the air, her blood red lipstick peeling off with every witches cackle.