Gingerbread House

Gingerbread House

My brother and I were walking through the woods one Halloween day when we saw what appeared to be a short-cut. "Let's go that way," my brother said. “But, we don’t know if that is the correct way.” I would rather be safe than sorry. “This wood is heavy and I want to get home fast.” Father had made us go into the woods to get wood for the fireplace. He was busy doing finances. We would probably have to go without electricity again. “What are you too chicken?” I huffed and ran onto the path. We both sprinted as far as we could then caught our breath. “Where are we?” My brother nervously looked around, I followed his example. “You know where we are right, Kat?” I slowly shook my head. This seemed to make him more frantic. The thing I knew was we can’t go back it would take way too long. When I looked forward, I saw a gingerbread house. Just like the one in Hansel and Gretel. An ugly woman poked her head out of a frosting window, “Come in my dears. You look hungry. Come have a bite to eat.” She had burn marks on her face. My brother, James, started towards the house. “No James.” I pulled him back. “Why not? I am hungry, besides, she looks nice.” James complained. “Looks can be deceiving. Let's go home.” I pulled him along until he ran with me. A few minutes later, a wagon came up the road, our father seated at the wheel with our mother. We jumped in the back and let a breath as we shrugged our packs off. Our mom looked back. With black makeup streaked down her face to look like burn marks. “Come have a bite to eat children.” Our mom said in the same voice of the witch. James and I screamed, looked at each other screaming, and looking forward again screaming.

The End