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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ( HAUNTED PARTY ) Its a keg party at the Smiths house, lots of beer to drink. The kitchen wasnt looking right, something was starting to stink. The foul smell made you dizzy, it sort of made you sick. Noises came from the freezer, was someone playing a trick. They all headed into the kitchen, holding each other tight. They knew that this wasnt going to be good, something wasnt right. Bruce stepped forward and looked at the box, you could tell he had to potty. He opened it slowly and held his breath, inside was a gruesome body. Everyone screamed and ran out the room, the lights they trned off fast. They tried the front door but it wouldnt open, would any of them last. The girls stuck together and threw a chair, right at the windows glass. Bruce screamed in horror and fell to the floor, cause something was eating his ass. Then it got quiet, no words from bruce, the remaining 3 were scared. Happy to be alive they held hands, so happy that they were spared. They headed into the bathroom, and saw a window up on the wall. The girls were short and they looked at Tim, the only one that was tall. He reached up and the window opened, the girls hoisted him up high. A voice was loud then Tim was gone, you girls are going to die. They headed up the staircase, blood was on their skirt. A man with an axe proclaimed outloud, I promise this will hurt. The axe swung hard and hit Monica and down the stairs she flew, All by herself she reached the bedroom, all that was left was Sue. She screamed so loud she lost her breath, the door started crashing. The lights came on and their was her friends, and each of them was laughing.
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