Then Grace thought, “I’m really tired. I might go to sleep…”
As soon as she closed her eyes, the book began to grow vines.
When she woke up the next morning, her house was like a jungle. Her mum and dad were entwined in the vines and as she gazed in the mirror and looked at her reflection, she no longer saw herself. Instead she saw…
You have reached the end of this path. Why not follow the links at the top to try another?