As the orange sun slid down the top of the hill, the scarlet sky faded into night. I trudged through the muddy field of the country side when I heard a twitching sound from the bald tree by the fence, as the wind swept me to it curiously. The wind twirled the leaves like a ballerina dancing on a stage, with the birds singing a sweet melody. Nervously, I kicked the dead leaves

It levitated to the clouds then slowly started to descend. It had a black hooded cloak on. It wrapped its icy cold fingers round my wrist...