The dark Misty Woods

One early morning there was a little boy called Callum. He went down the stairs for his breakfast. His mum asked “Can you go to get some blackberries?”

“Yes,” moaned Callum.  So he stomped to the door and dashed to the woods.   When he got to the dark Misty woods he began to search for the blackberries.  At that moment he heard footsteps behind him.  He looked but nothing was there and the the blackberries were in front of him.   It began to get darker and darker and darker. A moment later, he saw a shadow lurking around a strange house.  So he crept to the wooden door and it creaked open.

Suddenly, he heard a shout “Hey, stop right there!”

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