It was 11pm sharp and Harriet and I were ready for this adventure. We packed all our stuff
and sneaked out of our windows. We disappeared into the night as we crept along the
shadows and dashed through alleyways. On the way to our destination (the woods) we ran
into the herculean school bully, his name was Dwayne. We tried to creep past him but it was
no use, his hearing was like a cats. All he had to do was stick a hand out and grab us and
that’s what he did. His fist came up to our faces!
“ Go now!” roared the gang leader. Ryan crept towards the house and got his crowbar out but thought to himself.
“But should I really do this?”. If he didn’t he would be chased and eventually shot to death by the whole gang. Slowly he got to the house and realised something thi wasn’t any old ordinary house this was the house that the creepy old man used to live when the gang and Ryan were younger. Legend has it that the old man's ghost still haunts the place. Gathering all his courage Ryan lifted up the crowbar and swung it.
“ Go now!” roared the gang leader. Ryan crept towards the house and got his crowbar out but thought to himself.
“But should I really do this?”. If he didn’t he would be chased and eventually shot to death by the whole gang. Slowly he got to the house and realised something thi wasn’t any old ordinary house this was the house that the creepy old man used to live when the gang and Ryan were younger. Legend has it that the old man's ghost still haunts the place. Gathering all his courage Ryan lifted up the crowbar and swung it.
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