My name is Jack. I'm 12 years old. I am going to tell all of you what scary things happened to me. It all started from my 12th birthday present which my dad gave me. It was a typewriter. I write scary stories. I am good at writing scary stories. So it was a great gift for me. But didn't knew that the story is going to be the last story I am going to write. My new story's name was revenge of the werewolves. Started tiping the story. I wrote it was a full moon night. A boy was sitting in his room. His name was Henry. He was doing his homework when suddenly the lights went off. But when I wrote the sentence the lights actually went off. I again started tiping. He heard a howl. And suddenly the words came true, I heard the howl. Strange I said. How come the words can come true. Whatever I wrote come true. I realized this typewriter is magical. Don't be so stupid jack,I scolded myself. There is no such thing as magic. I continued to type suddenly he heard a scream of a man. Again the words came true. I actually heard a scream. Now it is getting scarier I thought. I stopped typing and ran downstairs. Their was a man was covered in blood. He was trying to tell something.
