Little Boy Tim

                                                               Little Boy Tim

Once upon a time there was a Boy named Tim Who lived in New York City. Tim was going to his friends house to give him a cookie since his friend was sick. Tim’s mom had told him to walk because there car had broke down. He had been told not to dotle because it was 5:30 and it would be getting dark soon.

 Once he had started walking Tim looked at all the Christmas decorations that were up in the neighborhood. He was excited that it was final Christmas time. His holiday break had just started for him.

As he ws walking Tim saw a strange man standing on the other side of the street. The man yelled to him “come over here little boy.”

Tim thought “I’m 13 I’m not a little boy”.

Tim crossed the street over to the man. The man asked him where he was going. Tim had told him he was going to his friends house. The man asked “can I come”.

Tim said “sure, he lives on 3249 Helmer st”.

The man told him he would take a detour and meet him there.

Once Tim got to his friends house,he knocked on the door. His friend had not answer.Tim knocked again, his friend still did not answer.Tim wiggled the doorknob.The door had opened so, he went in. Tim walked into his friends room, his friend was in his bed. He looked different. Tim said “wow you grew a lot”.

“You look older too” said Tim.

His Friend said in a deep voice “I had a growth spurt”

“Your voice is deep” said Tim.

Then his friend got out of bed and Tim saw it was the man.

“Where’s is he” yelled Tim.

The man grabbed Tim and ran to a car outside then drove away down the foggy street. Tim was never see again.