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 The Haunted House I lived in Beirut. In Beirut they had very freaky costumes. My mom would always tell me to face my fears so I decided to go to the haunted house right across from my house that weekend. Days passed and I told my mom I was going now. She gave me a peanut butter sandwich and said “bye.” I crossed the street and entered the house. It was totally dark in the house. I slowly closed the door behind me until it was totally shut. I slowly walked deeper in the house. All of a sudden candles lit by themselves. The next thing I heard was a really loud, “Get out of my territory!” I paused and said frightened, “Where are you? Show yourself.” The voice laughed and said, “I can’t show my body to you. I’m a ghost.” “A ghost,” I said, “Please tell me you’re joking.” “I’m not joking and that doesn’t mean I’m going to hurt you, so don’t run away like a little baby. I know everyone else tells you that a ghost will kill you if you enter this house, but they never heard that I was not going to kill so that is why they tell you that I’m going to kill you. They all ran away the minute they found out I was a ghost.” “How come when I entered, you told me to leave you’re territory and now you’re telling me not to run away like the other people that entered this house?” I asked. “Because I wanted to see if you would leave the house, scared.” The ghost said. “Oh” I replied. “Thank you for entering the house,” he said, “Hope you visit again, bye.” “Bye,” I said as I left the house. I told my mom the whole story and I was now happy because I was not scared of costumes anymore. Article posted February 13, 2008 at 05:19 AM • comment (1) • Reads 324 • see all articles |
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