By: Gabriella Balcom
"Dad'll blister our butts," Charlotte said.
"He's gone and won't know," her brother Tom replied. "We'll return before him."
They ran across the lot behind their home. It was the fastest way to the Halloween carnival. Despite being grounded, they planned to go.
Tom tripped over a fallen branch. "Dangit." He kicked the closest tree.
It lashed him with a limb, drawing blood. Another pinned him down.
Roots shot up from the ground, immobilizing the screaming Charlotte. She gasped when they tightened around her.
Gaping mouths opened up in two tree trunks. Soon the sound of crunching filled the air.