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Monday, May 9, 2016

walking to the cabin

WALT put pictures in our readers minds.

As I walked on the old and cracked concrete path I could hear the owls hooting while mosquito’s 
gathered around me. The night was dark and the stars lit up the night sky. I was surrounded by trees 
all sizes with long branches and crispy golden, brown leaves. Scattered dead leaves blew around in 
the mellow breeze. I could hear creatures in the bushes as their chirps echoed all around the forest. 
The night got darker and darker until it got pitch black, I turned my torch on and spotted something in 
the distance it was an oak log cabin, through the cabin window was a flickery light shining at the 
brown oak walls, the cabin roof was mossy and damp. It was like a mini house that had a rocking 
chair next to it that slowly swayed back and forth. All of a sudden the wind started screaming, the 
trees roared angrily and then the door of the cabin opened slowly as a faint shadow shot past me…

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