The Children of Frowning woods PART I

The Children of Frowning woods PART I

“VROOOOOOOM!” Hummed my little brother as he rolled his squeaky toy car against the window of the truck. As my dad’s off-tuned whistle to a Brittney Spears song started I plugged my ears.
What seemed to be hours later the sound of gravel grinding under the truck tire woke me. As I rubbed my eyes I let out a yawn. It was probably about 1 pm, and we had pulled up at a small gas station.
“Where are we?” I said drearily.
“Half an hour away,” stated my dad in a more than cheerful voice.
“From what?” I said in an annoyed voice.
“Frowning Woods.” My mom said, sensing my anger. 45 minutes later we arrived at a small cabin.
“What a crap hole!” I remarked.
“Watch it!” my dad said. As I walked into it, there were 4 rooms and 4 rooms only; a living/kitchen room, a bathroom, and 2 bedrooms.
“DIBS!” yelled my little brother, running to the bedroom marked with frowning smiley face. As I tripped him he let out a squeal.
“And now you don’t.” I chuckled.
“And now you don’t!” my dad grumbled. My little brother frowned at me. “Don’t do that or the children of frowning wood will take you away.” My dad said.
“PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!” my little brother let out rolling his eyes. That night my parents went to the cabin down the rode for some drinks while I got to watch my little brother. Being annoyed by him I sent him to his room…What happened next is unexplainable except in part II were I explain it.