The Visator

Wind lashed the windows. The door bell rang. Jack went to the door. Thunder struck, showing red eyes, a red nose, curly orange hair and pale white skin. Grabbing his coat Jack opened the back door, he jumped over the stream in his garden, and into the woods behind his garden. He ran as fast as he could, tripping over roots. Thunder struck. CRASH another flash of lightning erupted. Jack looked back the monster had gone he ran home trying not to trip on the undergrowth.

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