The Grey Lady.

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Amy Gardner

It was a bleak dismal night when suddenly the breathing became louder and louder.  We stood and froze and then there was silence.

“Run!”  Chloe shrieked.

It was a clear summery afternoon and Chloe was over at my house, as usual.  We have been best friends for just over five years and Chloe literally lives at my house.  We were playing in my room and my mum was downstairs, “tea’s ready girls!”  We scampered downstairs and into the kitchen;

“Smells good Mum!”

“Mmmm, our favourite Jess, PIZZA!”  

After we ate it was my turn to feed the cows, so Chloe and I got changed into our farm clothes and ambled towards the food barn.  We grabbed two buckets and went to the far field where the cows were being kept.

“What’s wrong, Jess?  You’re awfully quiet,” Chloe questioned.

“Oh, nothing.”

We fed the cows and Chloe began to speed up;

“Last one backs a rotten egg!”

She taunted as she sprinted off.  However, I just sauntered back, puzzled.  I had been living on the farm for just over seven years and I never once entered the woodland on the far side of the cows’ field.  Mum never told me never to go near it because it was dangerous but she never said why.

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The boys at our school teased Chloe and I, attempting to scare us.  They used to say that a frail eerie, mysterious ghostly lady, called the grey lady lurks beneath the canopy of branches.  She is known as a murderer and she’s run away from a mental hospital.  They made Chloe cry once and she wouldn’t come over my house for days.  I refused to believe any of it!

That same evening a thunder storm was brewing it was a bitter evening and Chloe was inside watching a video.  I was bringing the cows into their barns and ...

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