“OMG Dad! I’m 116 years old now, I should be able to get out!” I said. My dad is way to over protective. He NEVER lets me out. I decided, I’m going to sneak ou- YES DAD I KNOW. Anyways, I’ll sneak out! By the way, my name is Marci. That night I snuck out.
I was heading for the haunted school when I ran “into” a ghost. her name was Kitty. She’s nice. I hear her in the other room calling me “nice”, and “polite”. Ok, back to the story. We greet each other,”Uh, I’m Kitty,” she said.”Hi.” I said. I was scared, so I was shivering, Kitty thought I was scared,of HER! But really I was scared of the wolf’s howling. That’s when Kitty said,”Don’t be scared of me, be scared of chickens! They’re the evil ones!” I honestly was confused. I didn’t know what to say. Then I realized I was shivering. “Oh, I’m not scared of you, I’m scared of the wolves.” She laughed and brought me to her parents.
That’s when we ran into Sara…The Werewolf. I don’t like Werewolfs, but Kitty invited me to her house for a sleep over and now she was inviting Sara. When we got to her house she made me sleep on the ceiling, witch by the way I was fine with. After that night we were all friends, except me and Sara.
To Be Continued……