I drag my shoes and step outside the breeze hitting my face. Around me are red and pink tulips that I planted 3 months ago. I collect a bunch of them and hold them tight in my hands. Wind blows my dark fringe around and I notice the old shed at the end. Walking towards it , the sky is crystal blue and full of clouds. I push open the rusted door and see something very unusual. A tall ( way taller than me considering I'm 5”6) guy wearing all black. “Hello~” he says with a deep voice. I gasp in shock and freeze.

Bringing my thoughts together, I dash out of the shed and hurry back inside. Slamming the door behind me, my breath is rapid and then I realise-I dropped my flowers! This must be my imagination,I tell myself and lay on the couch staring at the ceiling; then I drift off. My eyes snap open, it’s morning again. I get dressed and eat breakfast. Opening my back door again, I gather the courage to go back to the shed. Making my way to the shed, I almost trip on a stone but manage to catch myself- stupid stone, I say under...