As I approached the deserted house at the end of the road, I saw an old lady at the door. Due to dark I had no option to talk to her for help. I went closer, she kept staring at me. I was feeling anxious. As I approached her, she smiled at me as if I did what she exactly wanted. Before I could utter a word, she said, “Come in. Welcome to my home. You can stay here for the night.” She dragged me in. The door got shut in hardly and woof. Darkness prevailed again and the house was again in front of me.
The Discovered Writer 