My Grandmother
By: Ida
I smelled my grandmother's famous lasagna coming from the kitchen. I left my spot from the couch and went into the kitchen to find my grandmother cooking. She invited me to eat her lasagna. I happily accepted and joined her to eat. She then told me to go to bed and sleep. Later, I realized that she had been dead for 2 years.
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TerrorA book full of scary poems and stories to chill you to the bone and make your blood run cold.