Jake narrated the following story to me on Halloween. He says he is NOT the little boy in the story. Enjoy!

The Dark Fingers
By Jake Grimes

There was a little boy who lived in a small town called Airenbor. He lived with his mom and dad.

He wanted to go on an adventure so he asked him mom if he could go out in the forest. So the boy went out in the forest…until he found an old rusted house. The wind was blowing and the wind was shattering. The house was shooking and cracking.

The little boy opened the door, click crock creek the door cricked. When the door opened, the boy went in and was walking through scary paintings. The boy had a bad feeling. He was walking through the hallway. Clicking clack. Clicking clack. Bing bong. He found something making a strange noise, click clock click clock click clock click. He saw a carriage with a horse that was headless and only had a bone tail. A strange noise was coming out of the carriage and went, whoooowoooo woooowooooooo.

The boy ran, ran, ran and ran until he ran into a wall. He didn’t know where to go; he was trapped! Then, something opened the door with creepy hands. One hand was just bones and the other hand was raw and it only had one eye. It had big giant feet with big spikes on it. The little boy was really surprised, he looked behind him again but there was nothing there. And he looked back again and saw monster witch crossed with big foot. It was two headed and it was ginormous. What he saw was a big foot masterpiece. But the fingers would come back again.

The end.