ONAY.

I'm not sure whether this is finished or not but take a read if you wish :) ...

As he walked down the high street, Elliot, a ten year old boy, with mousey brown hair that shined under the striking, bright white reflection of the tall standing lamposts,which marked his way through the deep, thick, fog, - of which made this mild, November evening yet more eery. - carried little but a small, helpless gorgleblug, which he cradled softly and carefully in his skinny arms.
"At least you're safe now...well, i mean sort of." He glanced down briefly at Paddle, his own, very own gorgleblug that his parents had christened him with when he was merely a wailing baby. -with wise, wide brown eyes that sparkle when it smiles and pale grey and brown fur that gently spikes out from its body, each strand the texture of a princess' silk wedding dress - It had become a dear and cherished friend to Elliot over the recent years.
He was walking briskly, almost running from the ever questioned, Onay House. Where he had spent all ten happy years of his life, from which he held many pleasant memories, living with other families like his.
 But then, on the November night, when the lamposts flickered on and off , when the fog grew thick and murky - that was the end to Onay House.
Elliot hopped down the stairs merrily, -  past the window that he could hardly see out of after the grown-ups had pulled heavy, purple velvet curtains over it - each one at a time while Paddle, sitting on his shoulder, whispered jokes into his right ear, making him giggle and smile now and then - But when he came to land on the final step, he stopped. His smile fell from his face like large hail stones fall from the sky and the whole house fell silent. The Mulgrews upstairs stopped laughing histerically at the t.v, the Sprues stopped chatting over dinner, the Clays stopped dancing to old music and Elliot's parents stopped admiring their son from the top of the staircase.
A chilled gust of wind swept through the house. And then it started. Panick, fear and fright was felt by all occupants of Onay House. As the noise of the wind began to rise, the Mulgrews shouted 'quick run!' the Sprues frantickly attempted to collect all of their precious belongings, the Clays sprinted into the mist outside, and Elliot desperately looked up for his parents, he spun around, he cupped Paddle within his hands and stumbled up the stairs to the landing where he just saw them. He ran into all the rooms, his room, their room, the Mulgrews', Clays' and the Sprues' rooms but they weren't anywhere. He shouted in frustration and shock, "Mum! Dad! Dad where are you?! Mum! Mum! Mum! Dad! Where are you! Please, Please..." His voice trailed off as a worried tear fell from his watering eye, and as the wind howled louder and grew colder, making Onay House darker than the night sky, he ran as fast as he could down the wooden - now rickety staircase - and bolted for the door, but, unlike the ear-splitting sound of the wind howling in the house, when he reached outside, surrounded by mist, he was in complete silence. But he had to get away, he had to run away from it.