Post by littlechild554 on Oct 13, 2012 5:06:17 GMT -5
(I'm new here, so sorry if it sucks.)
Amy's mom took the last box out of the moving truck, placed it on the driveway, and sighed. Amy ran over. "Is it all unpacked, mom?" she asked, looking into the empty moving truck. "Yes dear, it's all unpacked," replied her mom, looking at the house. "Hey mom," Amy began,"This house looks creepy..."
"Calm down, honey, it's just old. It ain't like it's haunted."
Amy's dad walked over. "Dad, can I go check it out?" Amy questioned. "Sure, but be careful," said her dad. "Honey, Dad and I are going to head to the theaters for a 2 hour movie, so we're going to leave you alone. Take your cell phone if you're going anywhere," said Amy's mom. Her parents hopped in the car and drove off. Amy looked down the road and saw a park. She decided to go their. She grabbed her cell phone and ran to the park.
"Geez, is EVERYTHING in this town a gazillion years old?!" complained the 12 year old Amy. She scanned the rusty playground. Deserted. "Meh, people usually don't go to parks at 6 PM." Amy hopped on a swing. It swerved back and forth, creaking. "Okay, I don't like this town! It gives me the creeps!" Suddenly, she heard something, and instantly knew that she was not alone. "W-Who's there?! Show yourself!"
Amy's mom took the last box out of the moving truck, placed it on the driveway, and sighed. Amy ran over. "Is it all unpacked, mom?" she asked, looking into the empty moving truck. "Yes dear, it's all unpacked," replied her mom, looking at the house. "Hey mom," Amy began,"This house looks creepy..."
"Calm down, honey, it's just old. It ain't like it's haunted."
Amy's dad walked over. "Dad, can I go check it out?" Amy questioned. "Sure, but be careful," said her dad. "Honey, Dad and I are going to head to the theaters for a 2 hour movie, so we're going to leave you alone. Take your cell phone if you're going anywhere," said Amy's mom. Her parents hopped in the car and drove off. Amy looked down the road and saw a park. She decided to go their. She grabbed her cell phone and ran to the park.
"Geez, is EVERYTHING in this town a gazillion years old?!" complained the 12 year old Amy. She scanned the rusty playground. Deserted. "Meh, people usually don't go to parks at 6 PM." Amy hopped on a swing. It swerved back and forth, creaking. "Okay, I don't like this town! It gives me the creeps!" Suddenly, she heard something, and instantly knew that she was not alone. "W-Who's there?! Show yourself!"