Down the street was a dark house with a rusty doorbell no one ever went there. We took no notice of the sign. Up the street was a girl named Elizabeth and she was not scared. She ran up. Suddenly, she tapped the doorbell. Why? To get her sister’s ball. The door opened and she slowly saw a dark figure. Who was it? What was it? She walked through to see dead children on the floor could that be her. She walked closer. It offered her a drink she had a sip then spat it out. It was blood. She was horrified. Then, she turned the light on and she saw a demon.