“Tag” Samuel yelled as he grabbed the corner of George’s shirt. The two boys had been playing tag around the street with Micheal and George’s younger sister, who had insisted in playing, for nearly 20 minutes and the group of enthusiastic runners were running out of breath. “Why don’t we have a break and go and sit on that bench in front of the big house thingamajig, the gates are open and there are people looking at the bug hotel over there”Suggested George’s younger sister Poppy. The group, good as poppy’s word, collapsed down on the old, splintery wooden bench. They had been there for quite a while until Samuel sat bolt up right and stared at the house church thing. “Dude, is it just my eyes or is that house coming closer to us by the second”He said in a worried expression. The other three followed his gaze and saw exactly what Samuel had explained.The house’s doors were opening as if the house was trying to swallow the children inside it’s perimeter. Now, that is exactly what it did and the four children got gobbled up and were never seen again.
The End!!(Maybe continued)