Last night. Killer, Snowball, Lucky and I met
at the park. Killer said we were going to spend the night at a
haunted graveyard. I didn’t like the sound of that one little
bit but I didn’t want to let Snowball think I was afraid.
We sat beside a tombstone, in the middle of
the graveyard. No one spoke. It was dark and spooky. I quaked
uncontrollably but I don’t think anyone noticed. Just after the
church bell struck midnight we spotted a ghostly cat shape
creeping slowly towards us. I was terrified - so terrified that
I couldn’t even run away. But as the ghost got closer it tripped
over a rock and swore angrily. It was only Satan with a tea
towel over his head. Killer and Snowball were in hysterics
laughing. I had just begun telling them that it was a mean trick
to play, when they shrieked and everyone ran away, leaving me
all alone. I turned round to discover another one of Killer’s
friends dressed as a ghost. His body was transparent and
surrounded by a green, luminous glow - a brilliant costume I
“Booooo,” he said.
“Very funny,” I replied.
“Booooo,” he shrieked in his spookiest voice.
“Go away,” I said, irritably.
“Are you not afraid of the dead?” he asked in
a thin eerie voice.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts,” I replied.
“Yes there is,” he said.
“No,” I declared, “they’re just tricks of the
“Are you sure?” he asked, in a concerned
“Absolutely,” I insisted.
“Are you completely positive?”
With an unearthly wail, he vanished. What