A Ghost Story

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A Ghost Story                                      21st March 2005

It was a dark evening and I had just finished school. It was 3:30 and my mum’s car had broken down in a country lane about seven miles away down the twisty lanes. She rang my mobile to say she would be home late.

I was getting worried whilst walking home alone. I didn’t have any credit on my phone to phone my friends for a chat so I couldn’t get home quicker. I couldn’t even pop around my friends quickly because I was half way home and my friends live in the opposite direction to me.

I started to run because it was raining heavily and eventually I was very close to home. I heard an owl hooting and I was beginning to get really scared. I was running my fastest. The wind was howling through the trees like a soul in anguish.

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I managed to get home and the spare key was under the mat. I went indoors and warmed myself up in front of the fire and then went any made myself a cup of tea, as I went to pour boiling water into my cup, it seamed like someone jogged the cup and boiling water went all over the table.

Now I was getting confused. Mum still didn’t phone me, so I didn’t know when she was getting home.

I wiped the boiling water off of the table and decided to have a bath. As I was ...

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