The old house was silent except for a woman’s voice. “The girl heard a screech,” Terri said, raising the flashlight under her chin for effect. “And then when she looked—”
“There was an axe in her back seat!” Malcolm interrupted. “Boring.”
“No. Would you let me finish?” Her reserves of patience were obviously flagging.
“Oooh, was it a hook? The disabled are terrifying!” The kid tucked one hand into the sleeve of his shirt and waved it around menacingly. “Ghost stories are dumb.”
“Well what are we supposed to do until the new owners get here, haunt each other?”
Storytime (ghost stories)
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Re: Storytime
Haha! It's like the sixth sense, but better!