It was the year 2003. At the time I was 16 years old. Now I’m 35 years old. I lived with my grandfather. Me and my grandfather John lived in the Swiss Alps. John would always tell me not to go in the old shed. The old shed was an old,  wodden, broken down building. It was about 20 kilometers away from John´s cottage. But my curiousity got the best of me. I went across  wooden old bridge. Seconds after I stept on the other side of the bridge, it was destroyed. I went in the old shed anyway. On the floor there was a trapdoor. It lead to the basement. The basement looked like it was build yesterday. I peeked around the corner and saw an old man sleeping. He woke up and I saw he had a gun. I run in the forest nearby. He chased after me. I was able to escape and when I was walking, I saw a scared young girl. We started a campfire and four hours later we found a village. They called themself Whispers. We had got a warm welcome. They gave us food, water, blankets and shelter. Days later John was looking for me as it was written in the newspaper. They gave me a phone to call John. A tip, don’t go live in Swiss Alps as there is NO signal! Then I have asked the villagers, if they know the way to John’s cottage. They said it was south from where we were now. I went south with the litlle girl.« We finaly made it!« we screamed. John was happy, but sad, because before he had one child to watch out for, and now he has two. 

 

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Creators: Tjaš Mikulič & Kaja Kranjc 

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