Unbound

The White Blanket

The rain leaked through the broken cracks of the moldy green splintered wood, dripping into the puddle down below on the rusty floor. Broken glass rattled as the wind went whistling by, doors creaked as they yaunded sighs of relief; no one around; no one to see.

Her disheveled black hair rested on her pale shoulders lifeless. A tattered white blanket swayed in the dead breeze, and there sat a thing, a torn doll and a broken cup. The monstrous thing sat with a hunched back and the twig like arms was quiescent.

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"We're lost ain't we" spoke a small, pale kid.
"No... See this is the turn we need to turn down. Gosh don't you trust me."
"Yeah, but when it is midnight and we snuck out of our houses to go on an adventure, I don't think I can trust anyone or anything out here."
"I know what you mean" she muttered with a little stutter, like a ghost of some sort crept up here spine.
"Georgina." Wispered the boy.
"Yeeeeesssss Ozzy?"
"I was wondering... What do you think it would be like to live on Mars, next to the shinny sun."
"Well you see, first we have to build a rocket ship and zoooom all the way there and that will take years. Next we would have to have special gear to even walk and breath on the surface. Finally to put the cherry on the top we would need food and water to survive because the aliens would munch us up in seconds if we stepped foot on there territory. Why you ask?"
"Well you know..." He stopped and turned red in the cheeks, to shy to even utter a sound he took a deep breath and said, "So where are we going."
Knowingly Ozzy avoided the question she smiled and went "Well I got some news that a little wooden house is up this road and is abounded. I wander why?"
"Well it must of been a bloody good reason for it abounded."
Her giggle echoed around the dense, quite forest.

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10 minutes later they arrived at a well trodden path way that leads to an over grown mini jungle, with the vines riggeling away from the ice cold drops of rain.  The wind whistled through the shattered fenestella, scratching away at the decrepit wall.