I tilted my head upwards and sighed. Guess I have to cross this. I carefully
lifted my foot- and it hit something solid. I used my hands and cleared the
mud around my leg. It was a dead cat. “Huh, so it was true.” I continued on.
And each step I took a thick shroud of fog loomed around me. Sooner or
later, I thought, I’ll get to the end. Right then I saw a hole in the mud. I
carefully waded my way over there, carefull not to move the mud around it.
A hand print? That can’t be- I’m the first person to go into the dead pit. I
carefully looked around- and covered the print with more mud. Better be
safe than sorry. I looked behind myself to see how far I got. There were hand
prints right behind me- as if someone was crawling on the mud to catch me.
I looked up and saw a gigantic hand, ready to snatch me up.
Note: “Did I mention that the mud was kinda … red?” -Ashley
YOUR TURN:
How would you have illustrated this story? Draw a scene from the
story in the space below.
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