The Swallow house

I'm leaving for a week again So here I bring you a illustration for my story, The Black and White Lion.

    A swallow. One, two, seven, twenty. They were drifting through the gold fields of dry grass, hunting little insect.
Now, the sky was completely black. Everywhere where did friends step, there were dozens of swallows wildly rising in the air. They were all heading to one place - the old house. They were flying in throught the broken windows, cracks in the walls and even the eaves. The doors, open a little, stayed untouched.
    Aja headed straigtly to the door.
    "Aja! We are not going inside!" screamed Karin.
    "Maybe we can find there some food, drink..." added Orix.
    "What's wrong with you?" Karin didn't understand. "Its just an old house, there is nothing inside, only rotten floor. Its dangeours!" She heared the song of swallows, so sweat, so beautiful... For a moment, she wanted to go inside too. But she shook her head and recovered. Took the friends hands and pulled them back.
     "Come on, Karin!" Orix frowned. "Don't you see the swallows? Messengers of happiness? We need some happiness."
    "Oh, okay-" started Karin dazedly. "No!" remembered she in the last minute. She was scared. The House was full of old evil, and it was luring them to come in.
   
I'm sorry for byd writing, I am very sleepy now and I never write stories in english. Its kinda hard, I see. Good night, sweet dreams, nice week