That day, I went over to my friend Carlo's house. He loved ghosts as much as I did, and wanted to meet one as much as I did. "I swear!" I said, with great expense. "It was thin, white-" I started, but was interrupted by Carlo. "Wait, so you saw A ghost?" He asked. "Yes, if you would listen you would know that by now!" I shouted impatiently. "Come on then!" Carlo said excitedly. "Hold on!" I relpied, tugging him back. "It might be dangerous!".
"Oh, come on stop being A chicken!
"It's midnight are you kidding?"
"No! Come on!"
"Fine, but were gonna die!"
So we went back to my house. "Jack, there is no way theres A ghost in here! Maybe it's just an old halloween decoration or something." Carlo said, yawning. "See ya at school tomorrow, Jack. I'm going home."
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Spooktacular
Mystery / ThrillerJack loves ghosts. He likes the idea of the dead floating on earth, in fact, he wants to find one. But when he meets A ghost, he realizes he was very, very wrong.
