i felt like i saw stuff
that i easely could remember!

this morning i woke up, with a strangly known (to me) story, that I made up in a split-sec

the story is about a boy who lives alone with his mom and his sis,
nothing really happens untill the mother recieves a letter...
i dont know whats in, and the mother likes to keep it that way
not even the son, nor the daughter musnt know

somehow...in a dream-fashion that the things go, there a big cracks en wholes in the ground of that house, with a terrible heath comming out, from the cracks in the ground
the mother, the onlyone who knows, tries to cover them up with rugs and big blank tods.

the son and daughter still not knowing, just going on with their little unconcerned lives, busy with small things as, playing, laughing, just simple things..

after a while the mother recieves another letter...
she bursts into tears!, and loses control of the rugs by accident
the son coming downstairs, discoveres this and tries to run to her to lift her up...

but it's to late

the letter is gone...
and the children dissapeare