darby1

Door six. As I stepped through the door, every half of an inch it moved my heart thudded louder in my ears. As the door came to a stop I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. My eyes sprang open as I felt wind whip around my hair. My heart seemed to bounce out my chest, as I took in my surroundings. Oak tree's clouded my vision, as far as I could see. Somehow the place seemed familiar. The way the tree's swayed in the wind, the small dirt paths leading to what seemed to be no where. The middle world. For many years now, people have been reported missing. Few come back, but in the many stories I've heard about of the middle world K.M. A.T My head throbbed I was almost scared but not quite. The Middle World was...