Ghost Town

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Ghost Town

A graveyard at midnight was always going to be scary. I just hadn’t expected it to be quite so scary. Shadows scuttled behind crooked grave-stones. Street lights glowered like white unblinking eyes through the fog. Cold, clammy fingers stroked the back of my neck.

It’s just the wind, I told myself. Don’t go shrieking like some silly girl, or you’ll give them away.

I clutched my bad tighter, keeping my eyes on the circle of bobbing torches. Those Cool Club kids thought they were so cool, coming to the graveyard in the middle of the night, dressed all in black. I could hear them giggling, and making spooky sounds, as Reaper - whose real name was Matt - held a torch under his chin and told some stupid ghost story.

Skeleton was glugging down some disgusting black drink they called “bat’s” blood’, though I knew it was really blackcurrant cordial with green food colouring and a bit of flour. I knew this because Skeleton is my big brother Hamish, and he’d chased me all round the house this afternoon trying to make, me drink it. Hamish and his mates thought they were so cool, but I’d show them!

I crouched down behind a broken stone angel, and carefully rummaged through my bag. A bag of flour, a toy microphone that made your voice echo loudly, a length of ragged white muslin curtain - right, I was ready.

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Just then, I heard a weird shuffling sound right behind me, I whipped round and saw…

A rage infected dog! It was moving rapidly, in my direction and ready to pounce. Slowly and quietly it snuck up on me edging closer and closer. Without out any sudden warning the mad dog pounced.

Rapidly, I moved just in time to get out of the way. The rage infected dog sensed my fear and I stood still as still can be. Furiously, I ditched my plans and I decided to make a run for it, leaving my bag and equipment ...

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