Pickletoes and the Haunted House
THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! Pickletoes was running from the 7 foot tall, enormous, smelly, frightening bully. He ran into the post office to hide. The bully went thumping past the doors without noticing him. He decided to check his mail while he was there. His Mom had gotten him his own key, seeing as he was always so interested in getting the mail alone. He pushed the silver shiny key into the hole and turned, to find a small old looking letter. He was surprised to see it was addressed to him. He decided to open it. After all, it was his. He read it aloud.
“You have been invited to come to the old house on 2nd street. Be there at 12:00am. So he decided to go. He didn’t really want to, but what if it was really important? So, that night he snuck out to go. As he approached it, he could see the icy mist on the door. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard cackling. A voice boomed as he entered, “UP THE STAIRS WITH YOU! NOW.” He ran up the stairs swiftly. Slowly, he entered the first room. Nothing. As he was walking up to the second door, he heard the voice again,
“ENTER! BEFORE I COME OUT TO GET YOU MYSELF! ENTER!”He entered; slightly terrified .It appeared to be a toy room. It had old flowered wallpaper. There were some toys he had never heard of or seen before. He didn’t know what he should do next. So, he asked.
“Now what?”Pickletoes said, shaking. He got a reply, “Open the toy box, IF YOU DARE!” Pickletoes ran out faster than a vacuum cleaner could suck up the cobwebs in that old house. He went straight to bed, and had nightmares of the old house. The next day he went to get the mail, and there was a new letter. It said,
“Last time you chickened out. This time, you will report to that house, and open the toy box. Or Else!” So he decided to go. He didn’t really want to find out what could happen. It could be worse. He could be being haunted, or watched! So, when he went the next day, He wore his football gear, just in case. He went straight in the house, and up the stairs. He then again, heard a voice,
"COME AND OPEN THE TOY BOX. BEFORE YOU CHICKEN OUT AGAIN, OR I GET ANGRY!" IF YOU DON’T, I WILL HAUNT YOU FOREVER! He slowly approached the toy box and was about to open it, and the laughing was getting louder. His heart was pounding and his hands were shaking, just as he was planning to run, the lid swung open! There was a small boy waiting there. He had tears running down his cheeks and his eyes were frightened. Pickletoes was screaming like a girl. He stopped when he realized the boy was crying. He said,
“Why are you crying? I should be the one crying! You have scared me half to death and YOUR upset?” the boy said in a whisper,
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to be helped to get home, and you are the one I chose and put letters in your mail box. I am sorry! Really really sorry! Please forgive me and help me get home. Please?”
“Yes. I guess so. Where do you live?” Where do you live?”
“I live on 228 3rd Ave. SE. Do you know where that is?
“Yes. I will take you there. Pack your stuff.” So the boy and Pickletoes left the old house. Pickletoes went to the post office and checked his mail, and was grateful that there was only a flyer. The End!
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