The little boy soon found himself standing on the front steps of the Tower
House. Billy peered in the window of the door cautiously. He gaped at the sight of
blood dripping down from very thing inside. “This must be a murder house” he
thought. The door creaked open. Curious he stepped inside. As soon as he
stepped in a ghostly chill went up his spine. Then the ghost appeared again. This
time it had blood dripping down out of his mouth.
“You better run!” it cackled. Then started toward him. Billy turned around
and bolted out the door like a cheetah.
He slammed the door open and slammed it shut. Then bolted up the stairs.
He hid in the corner of his room. Soon the figure walked right through the door
and was now holding a knife.
The next morning his mother came in to wake him up, but found him lying
on his bed in shreds. A bloody knife was sitting next to him.
The End
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