By Molly Walsh (2018)
It all began when someone left the window open. I was fast asleep when I heard a noise, it sounded like someone was singing.
I leaped out of bed and soon realised the window was open. I didn’t remember opening it so at that point I was starting to get scared. I lived with my granny and granddad in an old red-brick house in the middle of nowhere.
I remember I wanted to wake my grandparents up, but I wasn’t close with them and I didn’t talk to them that often.
I decided to go downstairs and try to find where the noise was coming from. I thought my granny would wake up as when I opened my bedroom door I knocked over a vase and I made loads of noise.
The floorboards on the stairs creaked with every footstep. When I got to the end of the stairs I could see something glowing in the garden. I followed the light, the singing got louder with each footstep. I reached the back door and I panicked.
I made the choice to go out the door. What I saw really surprised me. Out in my garden were all the things I had ever lost.
But it was like they were alive. All my old toys and clothes I had lost were dancing and prancing in my back garden.