I met a man called Fear. 

He wore dark clothes with sharp dirty nails. 

He had tattoos of vampires, devils and werewolves. His voice was a whisper as he strolled through the graveyard of mystery. 

I met a girl called Mystery.

She wore a detective’s vest and had secrets in her pockets.

Her eyes were filled with questions .

Her voice was confident and she would never give up.

She firmly held a passion for solving mysteries.

I met a boy called Confidence.

He was wearing a skateboard t-shirt .

His eyes were filled with happiness.

His voice was loud and deep.

He was heading to a park.