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The Little House — A fictional Story
The small cabin by the roadside looked abandoned, but this is where everyone said he lived. Kevin sighed as he walked up to the door and knocked. The old wood moaned on its hinges as the door opened a crack.
“Hello. Is anyone here?” He pushed the door open the rest of the way and stepped inside. Gadgets of every kind lined one wall and spilled onto the floor. Through an open doorway sat a kitchen table and behind that a stove against the wall.
To his left was a large open room with a couch and two chairs. Sitting in the corner was a staircase that led to a second floor.
He stepped back outside and looked at the small cabin. From his view, it only had one level and looked like a one-room run-down cabin. He rubbed his eyes and stepped inside again. Nothing had changed. The log structure was just as big on the inside as it had been the first time he stepped through.
He shook his head and walked deeper into the house. There seemed to be nobody home, so he snooped around a little, opening drawers and looking in pots and boxes. Nothing of interest, just some trinkets and papers.
“Get out of there, boy.”
The stern voice made him jump, and he spun around only to find the house still empty of people. “I’m sorry.”
