It was a car crash and there was something standing by it that looked like a ghost.
Cayden and I yelled, “Run!”
We ran down the road and got to a weird house with a graveyard in the backyard. Walking through the graveyard a hand jumped up and grabbed my leg. I
screamed, grabbed a rock, and started bashing the hand until I finally broke free.
The house was spooky just looking at it. It’s windows had boards on them. We
walked in and smelled this horrid stench like rotten food, wet dog, and a waxy
candle-burning smell. The only light was from a candle. On a coffee table was the
flickering candle flame and the floor boards moaned and creaked. At this time, I
had not noticed Cayden was gone. The ghost by the bridge might have gotten
him.
I wondered if that ghost was following me and so I was really getting scared.
Then I saw that same ghost figure standing in front of me saying, ‘‘I’m going to
get you’’. I ran as fast as I could, but the ghost got me. . . . I screamed, ‘‘No!!!!’’
….. and just then, I woke up from my nightmare.
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