The ghost in my house
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Last published Fri, Jan 23, 2015
Chapter one
There is ghost in my house it loves to play with my sister .
Her crib whod bang agenst the glass door
She whod play with her
We didn't like it
It would scary me half to death
My poor sister and I love her so much
She is 4years old
She loves the cold and
Is a good snowball
Thrower and alway
Hites my dads
Face it's a some
And the ghost wuld
Throw are croses
On the floor
That was scary
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