Sitting on the front porch steps Holding a stick in his hand... he poked Ants with the end of the Long stick...
The wind was warm as it blew slowly Down the street, the chimes blew softly in the breeze...
but there was another noise... he could make out a woman's voice-it was his mother, calling his name somewhere far away...
the beautiful day slowly turned, The wind stopped, the chirps of birds could no longer be heard...
it was unsettling... His mothers Voice had stopped calling to him...
everything seemed deserted... not even the ants where at the foot of the steps...
He looked up, everything silent, Not even the sound of the wind blew through his ears any longer...
just...
silence...
He searched around looking for his mother...
She was nowhere in sight...
He stared into the street where butterflys' once flapped there Thin beautiful wings looking for flowers in his mothers garden...
nothing...
The wind suddenly picked up but as if it was in only one place...
The wind whistled and swirled in the one same place...
he was Curiously looking in the direction of the wind, Holding his stick...
it stayed there...
He looked at it...
it stayed there...
He was just staring at it...
He was staring at it...
that the noise seemed to get louder-Coming towards him,
the speed picked up, it was ripping leaves from the Wild flowers as it Closed in on him-
He tried to stand up seeing how fast it flew to him, But he froze, he couldn't MOVE...
He sat in fear as he saw the grass being ripped from the ground clearing a path towards him.
he shook in fear,
his legs shook, his knees buckled, As he tried to call for his mother-
But he couldn't get a single word out of his mouth, not even a slight squeak.
Speed increased as it Stormed towards him-
Now dangerously close that suddenly-
IT CRASHED INTO HIM PULLING HIM IN-
He was getting pulled into it,
he could see nothing but an endless pit Leading down to Who knows, The pit was dark he saw nothing.
but than-something gargled down below him, making a sound that would make your blood curdle and go cold as ice.
Suddenly something came into view-
A thick Deep red liquid gargled up from the pit.
his eyes widened in terror as something emerged from the pit reaching out to him-
In the dark of the swirling tunnel, a Pale hand reached out for him.
there was a low hissing sound as whispers echoed threw out the twisting portal-
Come with us Danny, come with us.
The hand reached out To him blood Rippling off every curve in the Boney fingers.
Reaching for his Leg dangling Down from where he hung onto; the end of the portal he had just been sucked into.
Come with us...
He wanted to climb away but couldn't, he was still frozen The hand reached for his tiny leg-
It grabbed With surprisingly great strength And ripped him from the place he hung.
He was pulled down into the liquid, the taste of the Blood filled his mouth and the smell pushed
its way threw his nose.
He wanted to scream-but Couldn't.
the hand felt its way up his Tiny little leg, than a horrible feeling that had been going on in the
young boys head worsened.
He suddenly had the Power to scream, He tried but at that moment another hand covered his mouth-
He waved his arms around frantically as he was pulled farther down the pit, blood Boiling against his skin...
He had no chance of winning against the strong arms..
Than the world became a dark place...