The baby crying gets louder, tiny little hands banging on the
window. It actually almost was a toddler. Almost. But Luke and Meg
didn’t know that. “Should we go check on the baby?” he asked. He
hoped it would be all right. It might not even be a baby though.
“Yeah I know.” Luke said. Luke was in his bed. He got up and walked
around a bit. “Why do you think grandpa put salt around our beds,?”
he asked. Little did they know that they forgot to board up one of
the windows and it was left a little open. Fingers started pushing
up the window. It was halfway open when there was a big cackle.
Luke went onto the bed in a hurry. An ugly goblin chased him there,
then got banged by a forcefeild from the salt. “How did it get
in?!” he asked.
Oliver was currently being chased by a big flying centipede. It was
trying to eat him. Of the salt could make a forcefeild, Luke
wondered what else it could do. “Fling the salt at the big
centipede before it eats Oliver!” Luke yelled.
When the salt touched the creature, it burned it and it flew off
around the room quickly. Dale came in. “Stay right there kids!
We’ll be back in a second!” Dale led the creatures out of the room.
There were gunshots, then all was silent. Luke shut the door.
“Let’s go to bed.” he said, disturbed. Which he should be. He lays
down and sleeps.
Luke said, “I think whatever cleaned up the house before could do
it again. And I don’t think you could clean all this up.” he said,
looking at the flipped tables and the ripped up couches.
The note said, Go upstairs and look at the chicken feed. Luke
rushes up the stairs and said, “Meg, come up here.” On the floor,
the chicken feed said, IM GRAM.