"The Haunted House: Part 3 (final part)
As we walked throw the squeaking door, we saw millions of black stereos in the room, and a red cd in the middle. I put the cd into the stereo and "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" a loud whistle came on. I didn't know what happened, but the next thing I knew was that Dean and I were on the floor bleeding to death. Blood was coming out of our ears and noses, so I reached my hand out and turned the stereo off. We recovered after a few minutes and got out of the freaky, old looking scary house and went home. As I opened the door, there was fire everywhere; I didn't know what to do except one thing that ran through my mind. I knew that my life wasn't going the way I had expected it to be, so I killed myself and died. Until I woke up "Phew, what a sick dream that was". The haunted house wasn't there, it was just the new park built by builders last week. And now my part of the story ends here. So long!
