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The dark, dark room

The Halloween Party was in full swing Witches, wizards and an alien thing with tentacles and one huge eye Flourishing a laser gun shouting "Die". Alison and her friends Ada and Jo Were all dressed as feline kittens "meow" Carl and Simon had laced the fruit punch bowl As the evening drew on it took it's tole. Drunkenly a bet was stupidly placed Who of them would last and not be outpaced A nightly vigil at Haunted Creek Where rode a phantom horseman, there to seek. Everyone there all knew the awful tale Making in unison a quick inhale It was long ago in 1702 A mounted stallion there cast a shoe The rider's name was Squire Abraham Knight Was set upon and put up a good fight He was then butchered for a gold doubloon Was then thrown in the creek and found at noon Unexplained sightings, that then disappear have been recorded, it is very ***** Warnings come from parents to their own child No-one goes there, it is left to grow wild With youthful bravado they all met there Torches flashed around, as the trees stood bare Alison and her friends huddled together Shivering in the inclement weather Bart and his brother camped down for the night on a hillock, keeping the creek in sight Joining them was the terror gang of four Troublemakers, who all acted hardcore. Two hours later it started to snow Huge flakes falling and wind began to blow "I've had enough of this" said Alison "I'm all for going home. I'm all done!" Eagerly agreeing, walked back in step Suddenly Jo tripped up and in pain wept "Can't go further, my ankle is wrecked" Leaning on shoulders, onwards they all trekked. "No, I can't, please, you must stop", poor Jo wailed "It's agony! she gasped and then inhaled. "Come on Jo, we can stop at Adam's place". "We will make it there at a slower pace. Adam's place was an old abandoned farm "No, not there!" said Ada-May in alarm "Afraid of ghosts and ghouls?" mocked Alison "More like rats and spiders and not much fun!". Giggling they arrived at old Adam's place The moonlight showing fear on each girl's face "We have to go in there, we have no choice" Jo jumped. "Was that whinnying of a horse?" On that retort they threw open the door Stepping inside, they all dropped through the floor Not one of them survived their dreadful doom Trapped, without rescue, in the dark, dark room.............

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Date: 9/16/2014 9:52:00 AM
Scary write on Halloween, good luck in the contest, theresa
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Date: 9/16/2014 10:03:00 AM
Hi, Thank you for reading and for your supportive comment. X Theresa xx