Some
years ago there was a family moving to an old house. In the family
there was little brother Jeff, big brother Jack, sister Candas, Mum
and Dad. The neighbours said the house was coursed but the family did
not believe it. At the entrance there was a man who gave them the
keys, the man looked very strange. At night they heard a strange
noise, in the mourning the mum wasdead. Jeff wanted to investigate
but their brothers where toScareddo it so Jeff did it alone. He
investigated at night until very late. When he was going to bed he
heard a noise, he went to the place where the noise was made and saw
a...a...a HUDEDGHOST.
He
went to my room and told the others. Candas got inside the wardrobe,
Jeff looked inside the wardrobe to see how his Candas was getting on
and saw …Candas…Dead.
They
where so scared that they locked themselves inside the bathroom. At
last there where some seconds of peace seconds when suddenly
something strange happened. There started to come blood out of the
mirror and then a skeleton hand came out the mirror that got Jack,
the hand started pushing Jack into the mirror, in a few seconds he
had disappeared. Jeff saw a strange figure appearing in the
mirror, it was the hooded ghost, he had the same eyes as the man who
gave them the keys, now he discovered that the man who gave them the
keys was not a man but the hooded ghost, and hooded ghost was really
Death. The figure was slowly getting out of the mirror. Jeff and his
dad jumped out of the window and crossed the garden. Suddenly some
symbols roused from the garden flor, they had to cross without
stepping the wrong ones, the father stepped on the wrong piece of
ground and fell into the underworld. At last Jeff got out of the
house but suddenly a train appeared in front of Jeff, it was not a
normal train, it was a ghost train. Death was inside and held his
hand to Jeff, inside the hand he had melted chocolate. Jeff took it
and got inside the train. As he went he saw a light, so powerful that
woke him up from his bad dream.
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