Wooden Claws
There were two children named Mya and Alex. They were brother and sister. They were always fighting. One time Alex said “Come on Mya, get in the box” and Mya said “No thank you.” But Alex pulled her in. They jumped down really far and they heard a creepy snarling noise. Mya gasped and said “What was that?” They ran away and then there was a little door that they opened. A monster named Clawee with big…huge claws was standing behind the door. They also found a vampire villiage. One vampire helped Mya and Alex get away from Clawee. Then Clawee found them hiding in the vampire village and he said in his gravelly voice “You rotten children, I’m going to kill you and suck your life out!” Clawee put his clawed hand on Mya’s chest and Alex pushed him away. The vampire that helped them before jumped on Clawee’s back, not knowing that Clawee’s claws were actually made out of wood. The vampire screamed out to Alex and Mya “Follow the arrows!!” Unfortunately, the vampire died, but it was enough of a distraction that Alex and Mya got away. Alex saw a red button that said ‘crush’ on it. Alex approached it, but Mya told him to leave it alone. Alex, always being headstrong, pushed the button anyway and heard a shrieking sound. When Alex turned around the walls had closed in and squished Clawee where he stood drinking the vampire’s blood. And then Clawee turned into bugs, he was made out of them, and he squirmed around while Alex and Mya stomped on the bugs.
Alex looked around him and saw a bright red arrow, it was made out of the vampire’s blood. Alex grabbed Mya by the arm and pointed to it. Alex began walking in the direction the arrow pointed. Mya followed, shivering with fear. The two followed the bright red arrows until they came to a big bottom of a box. They touched it and the box bottom began to spin very fast. Alex and Mya got dizzy and spilled out of the top of the box back in their playroom at home. Alex looked at the box and saw a bright red arrow on it.
The End
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11 years ago
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