“ARGH!! I am sick of this! We are walking in circles for hours,” yelled Nicholas. “What on earth were you thinking, anyway?! Getting us killed?”
“I said I am sorry, I really am. I didn’t know it would go that bad.” whispered Francesca, trying to calm her brother down. “This place is spooky! We should find a way to know where we are.”
It was a huge forest-like place, surrounded by oak trees, which casted their stocky, shadows over the antique houses. All the houses looked alike, standing on a single tiny floor, polished in the same dull brown color.
Nicholas and Francesca were paralyzed in their places, looking around, hoping to find someone answer their calls of help.
“I don’t know what we should do, Francesca!”
“Well, we can try knocking on doors again.”
“But we have already knocked on every door! What are those people? Dead?”
“Maybe they are sleeping.”
“Sleeping?! We cried out, asking for help for hours…. They are definitely dead.”
“Nicholas, stop it! It isn’t funny!”
2007-09-07
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