Little Wordsmith

The real story... I, Simrin am a 10 year old, slim, but short girl. I live in an isolated place, with my 70 year old grandmother, and my 71 year old grandfather, my only care takers. My grandfather and grandmother are misers, though they are very rich and can afford a Lamborghini. They always gave me impossible work. I only had one small room( the house store room), the size of a dining table. There were many  mice, cockroaches, and other insects sharing my room.The room was dusted once in 2 years, but I am still happy with my life. They always told me that they could not afford toys and books for me, but I always believed my grandparents. Our house was dusty and fully covered in webs( and it still is..) .The lawn outside their house  always had so long and dense weeds. From outside our house it looked like a haunted house. "Children try to stay away, but only came when they were dared to do it by somebody"I had once heard my grandparents talkin...

It was the 30 th of october and Carl lay awake in her bed. The rain had stopped and the sky was pitch black like a layer of black rug covering the world. The room was so silent that Carl could hear the moving particles. She whistled to make herself feel comfortable. As she looked outside her window she saw the watchman. The old crooked watchman; who took rounds every night. He whistled and muttered as his shadow stretched over to Carl's door. Carl stopped whistling and listened, waiting for the cackling voice to sing. She heard it say- "I walk across the street as no one lay awake tonight. The ghosts will rise and sing along. As the world gets sucked inside!" The creepy old man walked rather in a strange way causing distorted shadows to fall over Carl's face. There was a sudden silence. It was a deafening silence. It was followed by a shriek and then a wail. Carl jumped out of her bed . She was wide awake as she walked up to her parents room where...