C H A P T E R 10
My Scary Story
by Zachary Kraabel
We were sitting around a fire my friend Cayden was there, along with our neighbor Libby. My mom thought it was a good idea to drive down Weary Road Libby,
and Cayden and I. Slowly, we arrived at our destination on Weary Road and
looked down the road. It didn’t seem scary at all, but that soon changed.
We started driving down the road and the car started to make a weird noise like
it was running out of gas. Suddenly, the car stopped and didn’t work at all. We all
freaked out and got out of the car, hesitated, but then decided to go. Walking
down the road, we heard a high pitch scream and everything went silent.
We kept on trying to reach the nearest house. While we were searching for a
house with lights on, we started to see people hanging from trees dripping with
blood. We finally reached the first house and rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. The door was unlocked so we walked into the empty house. Smelling a
horrible stench like rotting flesh, we found a door that led down stairs. We went
down the rickety old stairs where every time you took a step, they squeaked. We
were pretty freaked out and when we got to the bottom, we saw a glowing white
ghost figure just standing there saying my name.
At this point we were super scared and ran up the stairs, out the door, and
down the road. We stopped and looked back, but saw nothing. I heard Cayden say,
“Where’s Libby?”
I replied, “Maybe the ghost got her, but I can tell you one thing, I'm not going
back to that house.” We got to the bridge and saw something down by the water.
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