I looked back, seeing if there was any sign of life, but no, it was just me. I looked down, and that thing kept on following me wherever I went. I looked forward, furious. I started to run as fast as I could, faster, faster, faster, until I made it. It was small, kind of big, and all grey. It had a little window, so I peered inside. There was nothing that I could see, but I could tell it was pretty old. All of a sudden, a crow appeared in the little window. I took a few footsteps back, looking at the small, big house. I didn't see any door, so I looked around the house. I saw the door, all boarded up. I looked around the house again to see if there was anything for me to take the wood off, but then, I saw a huge hole. I went inside, making the least amount of noise I could, getting inside that little house.
When I got halfway inside, there was a snake by my feet, so I stood still. I saw the crow, looking at the snake as if it was prey. Sure enough, the snake was prey when the crow swapped down and took the snake and gulped it down. The bird looked at me, and charged onto my shoulder. It pecked at me, then more crows came behind me. The crows started to stare, then they charged at me. That's when I saw the past. I saw my grandparents, all happy seeing me back home, but then I saw the future: them being very mad at be for being in the woods, far away. I never knew if I was going to make it back