It was eleven o'clock at nightIt was dark and scary and i was walking home.Iopen the door it wasdamp and dark.I looked back the jug was boiling i looked back again and no one was around then it stoped.I ran down the stairs and i locked myself in my room.Hmmm i couldn't find the light it wasloke i wasin a horror movie.A little bit of light shined through the window.
i like your story maddison i like how you made it into a horror.my favourite part of your story was (a little bit of light shined through the window
ReplyDeleteI like your story its very imaginable and interesting.
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