Monday, September 17, 2007

Uninvited Guest

This story was inspired by the book The Mysteries of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allsburg.

He had just moved to a new town, in a new state, in a new house, but I'm not sure you can really call it new. Sal's new house was so old he thought it was built by a caveman.

His room was on the third floor. He had just finished putting his stuff in his room. Then he went down into the kitchen and got a glass of Sprite. Then he went out the door to get to know the new neighbors.

The first house he went to had a lady with nine kids. It was very crazy in that house, so he left in a heart-beat. The next house he went to there was an old man. They started talking, then the old old man started talking about a house that was hunted, and the house had the same address as his house.

He went back to his house and went down to the basement, the bottom floor. He saw a door as small as a six month old baby, maybe even smaller. His heart was pounding. He was sure he saw the doorknob turn. He could hear the doorknob cranck, clackity, rickity...... OPEN!!!! WOOOSH!!! A big burst of wind came wooshing out of the door. A scream in the night: AHHH!

The End (or is it? I don't know, you tell me.)

by Kiley

1 comment:

Ben said... was morning+it wasn't windy and WHO SCREAMED!