It was beautiful,vine twisted around the stained class windows ,pretty Roses and Tulips.A river slowly drifting in the wind.Every summer Arthur and his father used to jump in the river every summer.They always did breathing contests underwater.Everything was just how he remembers.Arthur then went to the oak door and twisted the golden handel.

As he walked in he shouted.”HELLO”!Checking if anybody was home.The cottage had everything it needed;teapots,plates,kettle for your morning tea and a table for six.He ascended up the flight of stairs he walked to his room his model planes were still hanging from the ceiling and his favourite teddy was still sitting on his pillow.

But then,it was strange doors repeatedly started to open and close and the kettle kept randomly steaming,wooden chairs were flipped upside down.Arthur sees long antennas poking through the window.

Arthur ran as fast as he could while the big thing was chasing him.Arthur ran through bushes,climbed over trees and jumped over logs.

But it was too late the door had vanished into thin air….