A Story

On January 17, in the year of 2102 I came home from school and found a letter in the mailbox for me. I suddenly looked on the return address. The address was “1253 S. Space Wee.” I opened the letter very carefully. A sound recorder was inside the envelope. I pushed the play button on the recorder. Nothing happened. I pushed the button again. Still nothing happened. I took the sound recorder out of the envelope and looked where it had been. I saw two candies. I studied the recorder more carefully. Then I realized that someone had sent me one of those fake sound recorders with candy in them. I took the two large candies out of the envelope and under them was a piece of paper and a map. I took out the piece of paper and looked on the back. On the back was some writing. I looked at the writing and saw two words formed with slanted, curved letters. The letters were “good luck.” I looked down at the map still in that medium sized envelope. I took the map out and unfolded it. I saw a weird valley. (Well I couldn’t really be sure because the ancient looking map was covered in a thin coat of dust.) I blew the dust off of the rather large map. I did see a valley, but the second I blew the dust off the dust started swirling around me. The dust swirled faster and faster until I could no longer see the lush green lawn that belonged to my extremely kind neighbors. I took a long look around me when the dust cleared and found that I was nowhere near my house. I looked around again. I saw bones all over the place. I thought that I had gone back in time when a big Harry spider rather rudely knocked me over. I asked the spider “have you no manners!” “I was just innocently standing here when you so rudely knocked me over!” The spider ran up to me with something red dripping from his mouth. “I want to kill you!” “You should ask before trying to kill people,” I said. “Can I kill you?” asked the spider. “You can if you help me get home,” I said. “Where are we,” I asked. “We are in Utah,” the spider replied. “Utah,” I exclaimed! “That is where I live!” “You could not live in Utah,” The strong spider said. “Why,” I asked. “Because Utah is uninhabitable,” the spider replied. “Are you a mental image,” I asked? “Yes,” the spider answered.