There were mysterious vanishings on oak street. All the kids thought it was  a convict who escaped last week, but me and germy thought differently. We thought dark and supernatural. The next day at school, I started gathering evidence hoping for a break though. After a while, I went for a walk. I turned onto oak street and light posts where bent out of shape but one thing different, missing posters everywhere labeled oak wood police department. And it said Tommy Longlesty, my name.

I ran home with the streets covered in missing posters. I opened the door and saw. My dads gun bent in to a knot.

With a man standing there.

It was a gloom afternoon. The old creaky house stood in front of the bright pink sunset, me and Simon had to go in. We had to hide all the roomer’s about the house and face fear. One step of what felt like a million. We swung the door open expecting something to jump out. We walked in, stepped on the floor mat labelled welcome home, and fell in. They where right, it took us to some outer solar system faraway. I found my self face down in daffodil’s. I stood up to see the bridge of eternal life. It was sprinkled with dark red paint. We walked farther to see a huge wizard.