Balcon

As i looked carefully at the shack where it all started i felt an unease breeze blow through white t-shirt. It wasnt a breeze of the air the tikled a sense of unease and fear it was the fact that whoever wrote this book had left this much evidence in this little shack in the middle of the woods. For the fact the book could get easily retrieved by anyone was fear filled but worse was the fact that we were hear. Up for anything.It was just me and Chipego in this quiet forest.The way we flashed in every direction when we heard a sound was the best clue that we were afraid. We stood in front of the shack scared to look inside the shack.While Chipego surveyed the balcon of the house and i stood stagnant at the door she noticed something. The door was already opened.As soon as i saw the door open i knew someone was here.