Tag: treehouse

  • The Icy Fingers

    I knew I was in trouble when the ice cold fingers grasped onto my arm with surprising strength. It took me longer than it should have to realize what was happening and before I could scream, another hand covered my mouth.  “If you scream, we both die. If you stay quiet, then we can escape…

  • The Treehouse

    I moved into my treehouse on the very first day of every summer without fail.  I was scared to be stuck inside year-round and found that I slept better when there was air moving around me.  Every school year I spent most of my free time updating and renewing my treehouse space.  Our house was small and since I was the youngest of…