Story teller

Kally is ten and soon to be eleven. “Hooray, hooray!” shouted Kally, jumping down the stairs three at a time. After reaching the end of the stairs, she headed toward the kitchen where she could smell her mother (Catherine) and older sister, Elizabeth (who is called Beth) making breakfast.

“What’s the racket?” Beth asked irritated.

“In three days is my birthday…and I can’t wait!”

“I do believe you can, now come wash your hands; it’s breakfast time. Beth, please go get…” At that moment screaming and wailing came from Molly and Dyson’s room (they are twins at the age of three).

“Great jumping Jehoshaphat!” Max (their grand-father) said as he jumped up and hurried to the twin’s room with Catherine right behind “They sound like a tornado is after them.”

“Thankfully there is no tornado,” Catherine replied calmly to her exaggerative grandfather. When they reached the bedroom it was quite except for a few moans and whimpers from Molly and Dyson, “Are you okay?” Catherine asked. She said without waiting for an answer, “Let’s take you to the kitchen, so we can eat.”

After breakfast Max and Jase (Kally’s older brother) went to the barn to chore the family animals. When they reached the barn, the barn door was open! Inside, was a nightmare.