Alma was looking out her bedroom window. She was bored out of her mind. The summers of greenwood were always foggy and cold so she liked to stay indoors. "Alma!" her mother called from downstairs "coming!" Alma yelled back. She got off her bed and walked to the door. She grabbed a candle on the way out because of the power outage. She stepped into the hallway and started walking through the dim-lit space. She walked down the stairs to where her mother was in the living room " Sorry, Alma, give me a sec." she was on her computer, probably going to show her some ideas for back to school clothes. Alma looked out the window, the wind was blowing and the leaf-bare trees shook. She looked down the sidewalk to see a little boy on his multi-colored tricycle. The boy was wearing clothes that matched his bike. his face... Alma couldn't describe it. He kept biking until he got to our house. He stopped and looked into the window. Something urged her to go outside and she listened. She stepped outside the cold-like icicles on her skin. He locked eyes and Alma realized what was wrong with his face. It was cracked, it was gray and disfigured, with big black cracks all over it with button eyes. " Run. Hide.." he said in a raspy voice like branches catering together and the child faded into dust leaving the trike lonely on the sidewalk
