100 WC Week #47 Picture prompt of a shoe and foot prints

It was lonely. Mysterious. So… old. It’s rotten beams were crumbling down like burnt biscuits. I slammed the door shut and trudged towards the backyard. The real estate agent promised a big backyard, perfect for soccer. “Go explore while we start to unpack!” Yelled mum. I sprinted round the old, run down house. I came to a halt for what lay in front of my eyes. A whole forest. It seemed almost as if it was enchanted. I barged through the bushes, exploring. I froze as I saw huge footprints. Suddenly I was picked up and lifted through the air…

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