As I opened the gate the moonlight shone on my bare feet.
The brown autumn tan glittered like the sea at night. I made my way to the
front porch hardly making a sound. Twisting the door knob I entered the house.
It seemed abandoned. Quickly and quietly I pulled the door shut behind me. As I
continued my search I journeyed past different rooms, as I crossed one room,
out of the corner of my eye, I spied a row of shiny treasure chests. I tip toed
into the room and suddenly I heard a crack I jumped behind a chest. I was the
witches prisoner.
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