The shiny black-brown beetle was as big as a bird, and it flew after her. It made a loud buzzing noise, but it was not a bee. And it made a clicking noise. A fast, clicky, clicking noise. She ran to the cottage and grabbed the handle of the screen door and pulled, but it would not open. Was it locked? She pushed in the button and yanked. The rickety door held fast. She yelped for her mother. She yelled for her dad.
Where in the world was everyone?
Maybe you have had a bad dream, too. Did you write it down? Did you draw it? It’s kinda fun to do.