My rubber boots squelched in the horrid murky mud as I frantically stomped through the grave yard not knowing what I was getting myself into. Misty my dog, leaped up onto a creepy statue and fled. I shouted as loud as I could.
Suddenly a crimson red flower caught my eye. It somehow seemed very strange but I couldn’t see why. I approached it carefully. I bent down to pick it up but it swished up above me and then disappeared into the fog.
Just then I heard a bark. “Misty!” I yelled. But then I saw it. Misty was trapped in the flower.