“The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood.” My grandmother informed me, pulling me closer. “And it would crop out of nowhere overnight at any secluded area and lure innocent victims inside,” she informed. She warned me never to venture inside such buildings as strange things happened there.
I believed her every word but forgot the warning. I earnestly wished to enter that driftwood house so that I could see those ‘strange things’.
One day, as I was playing along the beach near my home, I saw the driftwood building materialise near the shore. My parents were talking so I just slipped away. I entered the inviting house. And was I delighted? It was every child’s dream house. I played on and on and ate and ate….
After a while, when I missed home. I looked for an exit and walked out of the house. To my horror, the world had changed and I had grown very old!
This story is a part of the wonderful ‘Mondays Finish The Story Challenge’ by Barbara Beacham. She provides us with a photo prompt, the first sentence, and approximately 150 words with which we are to use to write our story. To take up the challenge click here – MFtS