
Yesterday, Paige came over after school to play. We shut the curtains in my room, got out our flashlights, and told ghost stories, to get excited about Halloween. Paige's story was spooky.
"Once," began Paige, " a girl named Mary moved into a spooky old house. Just like this one. The floors creaked at night, and whenever Mary was in her room, she heard footsteps walking above her head, where there was nothing, but an empty attic."

"One night, Mary was curious about what the noise was, pacing back and forth over the old floorboards. She told her dad about the noise, but he said it was probably just squirrels. Mary wasn't so sure. After a week of the frantic pacing, Mary decided to investigate the noise she heard. One night, she got her flashlight, and climbed the stairs to the dark attic. The pacing stopped. She knocked on the door. No sound. She unlocked the door, and went in. She gasped, dropping her flashlight.
Staring at her, was a giant mutant squirrel, with green goo dripping from it's mouth.
'It was a squirrel,' thought Mary. 'Dad was right!' But before she could move, the squirrel swallowed her whole, because her house was not haunted. It was built on a toxic waste dump.
There. paige set the mood for creepiness, then, surprised us. I like scary stories that are also funny.