Jimmy was playing with a stick by the little stream when he saw something move in the air further down. It was flapping, like a butterfly, and had a strange glow. It was beautiful. He dropped his stick and started following the creature downstreams. It was difficult with all the slippery rocks, some of them moved when he stepped on them.
The bug landed on the old well. Jimmy stopped. He wasn’t supposed to go down there. No one ever did.
From the well he heard a voice calling his name.