The HARP
Once
upon a time in the city of New York, a small American boy, age 12 and a half,
was reading a fairy tale about an ancient harp in a haunted forest. This harp
was guarded by an ancient Indian girl, that had died 350 years ago. This harp
was on the far side of a creek. This creek looked shallow but it's shallowest
part was 18 feet deep. It also had something in it, some kind of monster, but
it is to hideous to describe.
At this
point Kevin put down the book and said "I must find the harp. I know it
exists." 2 days later, Kevin set out with just enough food to last him 3
weeks. He was going to Pennsylvania to search for the harp. He searched two
days for the forest. When he found it, a cold sweat came over him. When he
stepped into the forest, the wind started to blow hard. He looked behind him
and saw a strange glow. He started to walk toward it. When he got to the glow
it turned into a ghost. It spoke, "Who dares pass the gates of devils
forest?" "I Kevin Peir." "You shall die!" said the
ghost.
Kevin quickly turned and ran, not looking behind him. He stopped
and walked for about an hour. When he stopped walking his heart began to pound.
He had found the harp! He thought to himself, " So it's true, It's really
true. The harp exists." He started to swim toward the harp through the
creek, when he saw bubbles moving toward him. Kevin just barely got across the
creek. He got the harp turned toward the creek, took one step and...SPLASH!!
The water's surface turned blood red.
Kevin never got across the creek with his life.
