The death Angel

Chapter 1 The first of december

One snowy day ,the Martin family were getting there tree from the attic.
David Martin was at work, he is the dad of this story, Wendy Martin was cooking tea she is the mom, Paris Martin and jack Martin were in the attic getting the Christmas decorations
"Mum! I see the Christmas tree but it's far away" screeched Paris.
"Jack get on my shoulders, go into the attic, grab the tree and pass it to me"

Jack's diary
Dear diary
So today I had to help Paris get the tree out of the attic, so when I went into the attic there was so meny cool things I hadn't used in a long time, but there was this thing on top of the Christmas tree box. It was a little black box, so I walked up to it and opened it. It was a angel that had a black dress on and black wings and a black halo.so I said to my self "I can put that on the top of the Christmas tree"
Write soon😎
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So when Jack got the tree box and the Angel he handed it to Paris and they went down stairs to put up the tree.

Finally, they put the tree up and tea was redy.
"So Jack *crunch* what is that little black box doing down here?"asked the mum.
"Well it's not mine!"yelled Paris with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Well it's a angel, we can put it on the top of the tree!"explained Jack.
"I haven't seen it in my life."said the mum.
"Well.....maybe the people who lived here before liked Angels that wore black things?"Jack suggested.
They finished there tea,Jack put the Angel on top of the tree and the dad got home and they all went to bed.

In the middle of the night Jack woke up
By hearing a thud down stairs.
"What was that!?!?!" He said as he slowly tip-toed down stairs.Paris woke up.
"Hey! What's the matter?"Paris whisper-shouted.
.......J.......(Jack speaking)
"I heard something"
P(Paris speaking)
"Let's go and see then!"