Tea House

“Ellie, come downstairs and walk Masie for me please!” Mum echoed from downstairs. “Fine, I’ll be down in a minute.” She replied. Ellie put her phone in her pocket and went downstairs to get her coat and shoes on. “Come on Maisy!” She said whilst pulling out the drawer to get the lead. Ellie began her walk into the woods, it was a muddy, dull and foggy day this Tuesday. “Hurry up!” Ellie shouted, but Maisy wouldn’t budge. Ellie tugged on the lead but Maisy was firmly pulling back. Ellie walked over to where she was sniffing, was it really? A teapot! But with small windows and doors. She let go of the lead and crouched down to look into the miniture windows. A small figure scampered across the room vanishing into thin air. Ellie rubbed her eyes in disbelief, she opted the small door with the tips of her fingers and peered inside. “Obviously there’s no one there” Ellie said to herself. There it was again, a small figure running up the stairs. “Hello” she whispered the small person. They came back down the stairs, but this time they looked so… so… well evil! The small face was as pale as a cloud but so fierce and horrifying. Ellie stepped back. “Maisy where are you!” Her heart sped up. Ellie woke up to Maisy barking, “phew it was just a dream” she thought. But who was that person on the window sill?

The floorboards are old they chat as people stand on them the doors moan like old men and windows gossip to the grass outside. Its cosy. liveable. not much but something. The dirt brown leather sofa almost matches the wooden floorboards. The walls are a washed out white but the ceiling a strong dark blue. The stairs are quiet unlike the floor but there wonky they seem to wind and wind, there are millions never ending they keep going, further and further. A prominent white light bursts into the staircase smothering every crevice and crawling down the rest of the staircase. You finally reach the top its everything you have ever imagined and more, its beautiful, its breathtaking. You freeze giving your mind a few seconds to what out what kind of land your in.

I think i’ll call it “tomorrow”