A story from my childhood.

The past couple of day have reminded me of a horror story I wrote when I was little. I'll do my best to re-tell it here.

I was walking home from school one day when I saw a little baby bird that froze to death, and way laying in the middle of the sidewalk. Seeing it made me so sad and I started to cry. It was so cold out that day that my tears froze, and my eyeballs froze, and I died right next to the baby bird.

Later, my sister was taking the same path home from school. She saw the baby bird, and she saw me. It made her so sad, and she starting crying. It was so cold out that day that her tears froze, and her eyeballs froze, and she died right next to the baby bird, and me.

My mom was waiting for us at home, but when she started to worry when we didn't come home. So she took the path that we always took between school and home. She saw the baby bird, she saw my sister, and she saw me. It made her so sad, and she started crying. It was so cold out that day that her tears froze, and her eyeballs froze, and she died right next to the baby bird, my sister, and me.

When my dad got home from work that night he was surprised to find an empty house. He wondered what had happened to us, and he decided to take the path to school to check to see if we were there. He saw the baby bird, he saw my mom, he saw my sister, and he saw me. It made him so sad, but he never cries, so he didn't die.

The End.

Now really... I'm going to go get started on all of that reading...