Haunted House
We’re almost there! said Dad. Me and my family were driving in our Coop Camaro. “Why is it called grave street?” I asked. “It’s just another of their creative names Mark,” said Dad laughing.We were moving from our neighbourhood, so I had to leave all my friends and my old house. Dad stopped and opened the window of the car. “You’re new in town?” asked an old woman. The old woman seemed nervous while she talked. “Yes, we’re very happy to move into the old white oak house just down the street,” said Mom. “I will give you an advice, if you hear any weird sounds go out of the house immediately,” she said and then walked past us. Shortly after, we arrived to our new house. It was gigantic, it would be a magnificent mansion if it wasn’t that old. We opened the front door, which creaked loudly. I had a bad feeling about this house, actually this whole neighbourhood. “Mom, I am going to check out the park first,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t want to c...
