His New House (Chapter 3)

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The house was filled withe dark and gloomy colours he couldn't really explain how he felt, he just stood there shaking and wishing that he was at home. Wishing this was just a dream. Wishing that they would just go home.
A tear of sadness rolled down his rosy cheeks.

The house had no wall paper, just dark and damp walls, the carpet were filled with stains, the kitchen was just filled with an oven,stove and sink, the living room was completely empty like his feeling inside and he could feel butterflies in his stomach. The garden had a little treehouse that seemed like only a 6 year old could fit in , so he didn't bother looking inside.

As time flew from hours to days and maybe weeks, Jack waited for the right moment to go with her sister into the woods. But he had a strange feeling that something weird would happen if they went to the woods. Would it be a good idea to see that elf-like person, or can he be dangerous and threatening.

He had a chat with his sister, if they should go back and find out who that elf-like person was and why he was living there. But they both knew he must have a reason of living there.

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