This, my friends, is Ant’s scary
Halloween story. Besides editing for spelling and the brainstorming (especially
upon which mythical creature has not been overdone for Halloween), the words
are his own. I did type it this time, because J interrupted us with surprise
ice cream.
Just this once, J… Just this
once.
I do want to point out that, at
first, I was slightly concerned about K’s and my apparent demise in the story.
I asked And to elaborate, and he pointed out that K and I would likely be the
ones in charge of holding down the fort during trick or treating, and
apparently Ant has grandiose plans to place this story on our front door, have
K and I dress up as ghosts… well, you get the idea. That made me feel slightly
better. Not wearing a sheet for Halloween, mind you. That Ant had a reason for
killing us off in his story.
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| This is the child who is planning my demise... |
Rumors have
been passed around about this house. Some say a mom and a teen son met their
tragic end here. On one Halloween night, a griffin swooped into their house.
They were never seen again. Were they attacked and eaten by the part lion part
eagle beast? Do their ghosts remain in this house? Or did they simply fly away
with the griffin? Are you brave enough to knock on the door and find out?
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| In case you were uncertain how I would look as a ghost... |


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