• Plop! Plop! Plop! Slowly, stepping in the muddy, unfiltered, puddle on the soggy, mildew, wooden porch, my hood drenched me with smelly rain water. Glaring into the foggy windows, the house was dark and soundless. Is anyone even home? I gently closed my eyelids. Boom! In a blink of an eye, a lemon yellow flash of lightning swiftly struck a nearby tree. As soon as I opened my droopy eyes I struggled to open the dark brown door. As I groaned, I tried to see if anyone was home and I rapidly rang the doorbell. It was no use. I paniced until I remembered my mom put a spare key in my backpack. Unzipping my soaked backpack like I had no time, everything was wet. With relief, I rummaged through my backpack and through all my stuff out until it was empty. That was such a perfect time to lose my key inside the house. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and my worries started to overwhelm me. A tear ran down my blush red cheeks. I sat down into the chilly rain puddle. As the rain drenched me, I wondered what I would do next. As I sneezed, more and more tears rushed down to my cheek. All of a sudden, I burst into tears. I sniffled. Should I just stay as stiff as a board on the cold, hard porch until dawn? Suddenly, an idea swarmed through my head. This happened before and my brother jimmied the lock of the window and got inside. As I remembered that I don’t know how to do that, I faintly murmured to myself and groaned like I was constantlyaggravated and annoyed, in fact, I was constantly aggravated and annoyed. Gazing at the pink lemon and ash sky, I wondered if I’d ever get back inside the house.

    Boom! Boom! Bang! Bang! As I clenched the lightning struck and lit up the pitch black sky. Glaring at the abandoned mansion I shivered and wondered what was inside. The haunted building looked as if it was gazing at me and watching my every movement. I could already tell there was something rotten in it. Its gate waddled as I rested my hand on it. The ashy brown walls oozed with lime green mold. Its broken winds were covered with dust and cob webs. Clash! Clash! Clash! As the powerful wind pushed and opened the thin, wooden doorway, the spider web attached to it stretched out as long as a flag pole. The deck had termite holes and gray rats sleeping and scampering on top of it. Creek! Creek! Creek! Slowly stepping on the creaky, old, rigged, steps, I wondered to myself and thought if I should really do this. Opening the entrance I peeked inside the hollow ghost house. The chandelier glistened sapphire into my eye and the unlit torch had webs as long as a pillow. Stepping inside I could see my footprints marked in the blanket of dust. Crash! Just when I got to the middle of the mansion the chandelier dropped and shattered across the floor. With a startle, I dashed quickly out of that haunted trap. Running away, could have sworn I heard an evil chortle.

    It was night, the sky was pitch black, the winds were howling. The two scarecrows were as stiff as a board. One was a girl and one was a boy. They both had holes in them. The male one had hair made of hay, a button shirt and long pants. He was as tall as a door
    The full moon started to shine. All of a sudden the boy scarecrow came alive. He took his scarecrow stick and broke it with rage. He was angry because the farmers left him outside on a stick. Then his rage turned into joy when he saw the beautiful girl scarecrow. She had an old ashy brown dress and had red rosy cheeks. That female crow scare was jumping in a pile of leaves. They skipped to each other and when they finally got to each other they danced with happiness because they were finally free. The wind was so strong that blew them away. It blew them into a dead tree. They wiggled and waddled until they fell to the ground. Their heart was filled with sorrow, but only because they rembered when the sun rises they will not be alive. Then the girl scarecrow had an idea. She knitted two fake scarecrows stuffed them with hay. They were finally free to stroll where ever they please. They flew to the moon and disappeared. So whenever you gaze at the moon, you can see their smiles.

    Bang! Falling from her stick, the stuffed woman dropped in a pile of bronze, decaying, leaves. Caw! Caw! Caw! The crows as they swarmed against the pitch black sky . The crow scarer was that was as flat as a pancake was as stiff as a board. Wearing a torn, ashy brown, moldy dress, The scare girl rose from the ground. Picking back up her cone shaped, tan hat with a rose daisy, her dress was covered with winter green mold. Flinging back her long straw hair that was covering her sparkling safire diamond eyes as cute as a kittens, She put her hat back on top of her head. Sewn into her warm, kind cheeks was two rosy red cotton fabrics and a crescent smile. Attached to her face was a midnight tale button nose.
    The Queen of the crops danced across the vacant field. She hopped into a pile of fresh, crisp, leaves. Suddenly, the sky turned gray. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The scarecrow gazed at the thundering sky. The stuffed dancer skipped like a little girl. The wind howled. It blew her into a dead tree. She wiggled and waddled until she fell to the rough ground. The crop saver had dirt and lime green grass stains on her dress and hay popping out of her holes. She brushed it off and dragged herself in the middle of the field and stood in on her stick. She stood motionless. The keeper of the field was lifeless once again.

    Suddenly, a drop of clear water fell on my steaming skin. My only chance to swim, gone. Instantly, wet wrinkled steps by my ears. Everyone had left. A bright smile formed on my face. All of sudden my feet dropped and a splash cooled my scalp. Floating to the top, I felt like I was flying. The drops turned bigger but I kept my smile. Kicking up and down, I struggled to keep floating. As my eyes burned, ice cold water rushed through my ear. Thinking proudly that I finally could swim, my ashy gray skin grew smooth. Sticking my feet to the bumpy, crusty ground, I could hardly stay above the water. I wonder if this experience will ever end.

    Swoosh! Twirling around, a twister spun in the pool. Laughter squirted out of my lips and could not stop. Coughing out water, a sigh sailed out of my mouth. My loose dark brown hair danced and waved as my head sat upon the water. Not caring if I get a cold, I felt I was dreaming on a cloud. Instantly, I hopped then, instead of floating down, I quickly dunked down. The chlorine burned my eyes, and my eyes turned rosy read but I did not care. Struggling to hold my nose, I felt like I had a ton of weight on me. Without warning I bloomed like a flower. I don’t think I’ll ever leave this wonderful water palace.