Friday, 2 November 2012


One Halloween my friends and I were going trick-or-treating in our neighborhood. Down the street from us was an old deserted house that everyone thought was haunted. My mother said, "Don't you dare go near that house!" Naturally, her warning made us even more curious. We went to the house and rang the bell. There was no answer. We tried the door. It was unlocked, so we entered the house. The door slammed behind us and...
           SLAM! Out of nowhere an evil, sinister devil came racing like a racing car on the motorway and swept away my friend. I felt really horrified. I was screaming for help but no one was there. So I raced after the evil devil but the thing was that I had no idea where the evil devil went. So I looked to the ground and  saw footsteps that lead to a mysterious room. I opened the door and there she was tying my friend to a chair. I tippytoed to the table that had a sharp knife lying on it. I quickly grabbed the knife and sliced his head off and blood came out like an person squeezing tomato sauce. 
We raced out the door and went back home and opened the door jus as mum was just about to serve our Halloween dinner.She told that she saw us at the haunted house
 we said to her in a confused voice “How did you know” 
Mum replied “Cause I was the ghost”.
We felt very confused.It was a disasterous moment for me and my friend.
"I thought I cut your head off!" but she said that it was a stuntman.We asked her about the clothes and she said it was a costume.So we laughed at mum and enjoyed the dinner.


Jay said...

You have used lots of spooky vocabulary in your narrative Malulu. I'm so glad it all turned out happily for all of you. Making your Mum the ghost was a an interesting twist to your story. I certainly didn't expect it.
Mrs B

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