One gloomy, spooky night while I was playing a difficult game in the PS3 a message was sent to me in my thin, black phone. It said. You are the last one to save the city from me, the powerful, evil king. Soon I stepped forword gently incase some one hears me, but the wooden, old and brown floor squeacked like a mouse. Slowly I opened the window and looked around the long, narrow road and I smelled the air it smelled like cinnamon.

Suddenly a huge, dark shadow came out from nowhere then I saw a shiney metal hand. It is the army of the evil king, they were looking for me. They come closer and closer.

I hope that they won't find.

Will They Find Me?