Sally looked in both directions. She felt uneasy. There was a feeling that she wasn’t alone. Her spine tingled. Her mouth went dry. She slowly started whistling. Was her whistle answered? Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She whizzed around. No one was there. She approached a sleepy little graveyard. The closer she came to it, the more melancholy she became. Her anxiety increased 100-fold. She was in the graveyard. She tried to whistle, but her tongue was stuck to the roof of her dry mouth. She was scared. Somewhere off in the distance, a dog barked. An owl whooed. Wolves howled. Chains clanked. Something screeched. Footsteps grew closer. Never before was Sally so scared. Worse yet, it was Halloween. And it was a full moon. Slowly the stars winked out their lights. The clouds seemed to be like hands covering the moon. Flys buzzed away. Something moaned and whimpered. Something. The frogs seemed to ribbit like: roasts, roasts, ride, run, readless rorseman, ruh-oh, ruh-0h. Then, with a splash, they jumped away. The trees went whoooooooo, whoooooooooooo, whooooooooooooooooooo! Sally was scared stiff. she called out “Hello?” The wind replied “whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.” It seemed to say hello in its awful sounds. The trees seemed to close in behind her. To be continued…

                   The Haunted House is coming soooooooon. Dr.Hare even said:   The Haunted House is close at hand. Prepare yourself for an eerie adventure! It just might be your last…
Our l-l-last *gulp*. Well, you were warned. The Haunted House is coming soon. This is Graham, Bye!

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