It was a cold harsh night. The willow in Crystal's yard swayed back and forth, as though a scary dream was coming to it. Crystal was sound asleep. Her dark hair swayed with the spooky tree. Suddenly, Crystal's baby blue eyes snapped open, and she let out a large, shrill scream.
Crystals lay on the floor, crying.
And Crystal's tale began. Crystal scuffled her feet through the leaves in thought, reciting the same poem over and over in her head. And he left it dead and with it's head he went galumphing back. A hooded figure stepped out of the darkness of the wood. Her voice was quavering, but it took a lot of guts to say what she wanted to.