'It was a rainy, cold October night when the local football team went for an annual joyride. This night was a first for newbie James Weller. He squeezed into the huge 4X4 Ford truck with six of the other guys. Bouncing down the road they all went, piled into five different cars. Davey, captain of the team, decided to have a little racing tournament between the cars. James knew how high the risk was and what had happened in the last town. Yet wanting to fit in he kept quiet and rode with Davey. Davey was the only guy he trusted behind the wheel since he hadn't had a drink. The race was on, twisting and turning and sliding went the car. They popped the hill and saw and an old man in the headlights. The car swerved and missed the old, limping man, saving his life. The car hit the near by maple tree and flipped.' "The end of this story can not be recalled because both boys died instantly. It is still believed that today these boys haunt that very road causing accidents every rainy October night." Said the old, limping school teacher.
"That's not true! Ghosts aren't real!" screamed the fourth grader.
"Just wait and see," cackled the school teacher.
1 comment:
cannot is one word! Creepy story Sarah, and nice use of imagery words.
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