The Haunted Room
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this was one of my early works in grade 7, this is not the best thing but I tried, since then I have started trying more for stories.....>>>> description: Zackary was a perfectly normal kid with no problems, that was until he read a weird article in the newspaper in one of his classes, about someone dying in his house. Now ever since he read that he has been hearing strange noises and someone talking in his sister’s room. Now even his friend and his dog have disappeared. What could be the source of what has been happening? could it be the child that died many years ago?
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