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One day I went to the cemetary with 4 of my friends. We looked at a lot of the dead people's headstones like Consul Jarvis's. So when we came home, we sat down and watched some TV and all 4 of us heard something. We got up, got our guns and searched around the house.
We heard the noise again when we were in one of the bedrooms. One of my friends went down the hallway and saw the thing that we were hearing. It was Charles Amden's soul. We saw his headstone when we were at the cemetary. Charles Amsden died on October 31st 1900. He killed my friend and he disappeared.
My 3 friends and I went through the hallway quickly and went into the bathroom. Then all of my other friends died later on. I moved to another house and had a happy life.
- by Football66666 |
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- | Submitted on 11/07/2008 |
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- Title: The worst day Ever
- Artist: Football66666
- Description: i hope you like it!
- Date: 11/07/2008
- Tags: ihatedthatday
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Twisted Black Roses - 08/16/2009
- Detail, dude. You'd really want to try it.
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- Football66666 - 11/09/2008
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weird isnt it? lol
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- LexOnFyr - 11/08/2008
- I don't want to be mean or anything, but.... dude, u serioudly need to add more details.
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