The barn stands tall at the tip of our rocky driveway. It's wooden body is cracked beneath the sweltering heat of the summer sun and the black top roof is ablaze. There is not even a chirp of a passing bird or a whisper of wind. All of the Granby farm sits in a pitiful pool of heat and discomfort.
Just inside the barn, within the cool, dark walls of farming days long passed, I squat in my hiding spot. The evil Lord Joseph was prowling the premises, lurking stealthily. I hold my breath, scared that even an exhale would give away my place of refuge.
My ears perk like a cat as a floor board groans just a few steps away from me. I dare to lean over, my hands pressing the floor, my knees scuffing up against the wood. My eyes dart across the inside of the barn. I can not see the evil Lord Joseph. I lean even further, craning my neck slightly to try and catch a glimpse of his viciously black cape.
"I"VE FOUND YOU!"
A gurgled scream erupts from my throat. Hands grab my shoulders from behind and whip me backwards. The evil Lord found me!
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