A story I will never forget

 

A story I will never forget

TanishkMar 09 2022

Hello everyone my name is Tanishk and today my topic is "A story I will never forget" so let's begin zoom in!

This story was given by my sister to scare me so it went like this "Once upon a time there lived a girl named Mary and she lived next to ( in a scary voice) STREET NO 13 and it was said that a little boy's ghost used to live in the house on street no 13. One day Mary sneaked out of her house and went in to the house on street no 13. At first nothing happened but then a voice said " you made the wrong decision " and slam the door shut and Mary was never seen again." I know it isn't that scary. But I was three when she told me that I was way to young to even hear those kinds of story's but the past is the past and let me tell you the voice that trapped Mary well it was just a recording now you just have to figure out the rest of the story as when I was little I ran away as fast as i can because I was scared. So that was a story I will never forget about but I hope you can but until next time bye.


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