The Mad Hatter

There he was, his puke green eyes, red wiry hair, pale skin, cherry pink lips. There he was standing in front of Mila as if he was from an old horror film sipping his tea. No one knew his name so they called him Friz because of his hair.
He was sitting in his green chair. His fingers somehow looked bloodstained. His clothes were tattered and torn. His face may look welcoming and sort of creepy but that face was the face of a mental patient who escaped many years ago no one has ever found him since. After he escaped he started a horrifying habit of luring children to his house for tea and cookies and they were all taken in by his hospitality as soon as the door shut behind them he would lock them under the house and occasionally feed them the scraps. As Mila was about to step through the door she heard a scream, Mila’s eyes widened in fear, was she dreaming, or was it real?. He welcomed her in with an inviting smile. She slowly stepped back out onto the porch and down the stone steps. Within seconds he   was tugging on Mila’s wrist and pulling her into the house. Mila let out a blood curdling scream. a passer by heard Mila’s scream, she ran across the road and up the steps to the porch, She grabbed Mila’s hand pulling her away from friz. Friz lost his grip on Mila’s wrist letting her fall back into the woman's arms. The woman dialed 111. After minutes of waiting the police arrived immediately handcuffing Friz. He tried to resist but they would not let him out of their grip, they shoved him into the car driving off. The woman that had helped Mila walked her home holding Mila in her arms. Back at the prison Friz was lying on the floor dying of boredom. His eyes studied his cell, his eye movement stopped on a sharp rock.  Friz lifted th.e rock from the ground and started using it to dig a tunnel through the wall.