A white cottage, by a stream
I was stood in the river, fishing for plates with my trousers rolled up to the knee, when my friend said that a storm was coming and we had to go back to the house. I could hear the lightning in the distance so we walked up the path to the old cottage. We went in the back door so we didn't let out the people who locked were in the upstairs room but we could hear them screaming and banging on the floor so my friend opened it a crack to see what was wrong. As he did, Frankenstein's monster pushed an arm through, grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in. I stood there, frozen, but managed to float through to the kitchen.
When I got there, I could see through the window that the storm had passed and the sun was shining. I knew everything would be OK.
When I got there, I could see through the window that the storm had passed and the sun was shining. I knew everything would be OK.