1. Alma
Snow was heavily sprinkling and slowly drifting on a weary gloomy town. A girl was skipping down a narrow lane. As Alma wandered down the alley, she came across a chalk board. “Why is there a chalkboard here? Maybe I’ll write my name.” mumbled Alma. Opposite Alma was some chalk. She picked it up and wrote her name. Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech! Went the chalk. A weird doll was slowly twisting up in the clear window. As Alma peered over her shoulder she looked in the window. Alma wiped it. Just then, she realised the doll was her. Was this real.? Alma was as excited as somebody who got a dog as she went over to the door. Trying to open the door ,Alma got frustrated. It would open! Hannah O’S