The Face Of Hell

The smell of my grandmas freshly baked carrot cake was in the air. I had just finished my painting so I ran downstairs to get some while it was still warm, I didn't like cold carrot cake. When I arrived, I saw a mirror but the ferocious wind blew and it was gone. Suddenly I heard a cackle, turned around and saw my painting. It was floating. Slowly I walked towards it and... I was taken over the rainbow, walked down the yellow brick road and said hello to the Munchkins .Then I saw a red balloon, walked towards it and saw the face of hell. There was no return!