The Haunted House
Chris and Omar were playing basketball at the playground one Saturday afternoon. Chris was winning by a score of 9 to 2—with just one more basket to win.
Chris had the ball and decided to show off a bit. He dribbled, crossing the ball over from his left hand to his right. Omar defended, trying to keep himself between Chris and the basket. Chris brought the ball above his head and tried a hook shot—a ridiculous attempt considering he was about 20 feet from the basket!
The ball soared completely over the backboard, took one big bounce, and landed on the other side of a ragged, wooden fence.
“My bad!” Chris laughed.
“Game’s over now,” Omar replied.
“Why’s that? I’ll just open the gate and get the ball,” Chris said, and began walking over toward the fence.
“You don’t want to do that,” Omar said anxiously. “That’s old man Sullivan’s yard. They say his house is haunted.”
“That’s nonsense,” Chris laughed, and he continued walking toward the fence. “I’ll be right back with the ball.”
Chris approached the fence and opened the creaky gate to the backyard.
Story Endings
Wen Chris finds himself in the balk yard he emeditly spots a old blak cat prowaling around the gate. The cat spots him and starts chaseing him!!!! The cat chases him all arownd the hoes in and out of hallwas and bedrooms and out of the balk door Chris has barly eenuf time to clows the door but he managed to do it.Omar asked him :wer is the ball? He anserd: on the other side of the feanc. Do you have a nother 1 at your plaic? Omar said : yes. All go get it.
Chris went to the fence to get the ball but when he arrived it was gone. Then he heard a voice whose there Chris said in a flash he disappeared. From then on nobody went to the house and nobody knew were the ball or Chris was
Chris opened the gate and then he saw cob webs everywhere then he saw 15 gosts and then he saw a dog with sharp teeth then Chris saw the ball in the dogs mouth,Chris tried to grab the ball and pull but the dog held on then Chris saw a bone behind the dog then Chris said I see a bone the dog froze dropped the ball and then went and started to chew it then Chris grabbed the ball and went back to his yard.
omar waited and waited for chris to return. when he didn’t , omar
turned to leave, he heard a voice and was pulled by the scruff
of his neck into the backyard.
Chris went to the backyard yard,and he couldn’t find the the ball. He remembered that the ball was near the fence. He thought that the old man probably took it in the house, so he went inside the house. The door was open so Chris went inside. While Chris was going into the house Omar was waiting a long long time,he was getting worried about Chris. So he decided to go to the house,he was shivering he was really scared but he loved his brother very much, so he did it. Chris on the other hand went in the house it was creepy, he tried to be quiet. He saw the ball (creek) oh no I made a sound said Chris. He quickly snatched the ball an ran out. Who’s there said the old man, luckily Chris made it out!Omar was too scared, so he went back. Hooray!! said Omar,hey Chris want to play basketball yea said Chris. Guess what, Chris won!
Then suddenly he saw ghosts and begain running away but the ghosts took him by the hand and went inside. Chris was never seen again
On the other side of the fence was a ghost. A friendly ghost who gave Chris the ball back by using his ghostly powers. Chris ran back to the house to Omar and with a look of amazement said, “That was the most wicked experience, Ever!
He went inside then sawed a giant monster so the monster killed him so Omar never ever sawed him again
THE END
“Now, where is that ball?”asked Chris. “Get out of my house!”, said a strange voice. “Aaaaaaahh,”! said Chris.” I’m only 9! I’m too young to die!” “Chill out kid”, said the voice. He came out of a dark shadow. It’s Halloween night, remember”? he said. “Plus, my house just looks like it is haunted. It was my great, great, great, great,great, grandparents house. In the 16th century!” “Oh”,said Chris. “But don’t tell anyone. I still want to scare them”, he said. So Chris took the ball that he and Omar were playing with, and he kept Mr. Sullivan’s secret. Even from Omar. Forever. The end.
PART 4 The old man replied,''That's because a lot of people drop their things in my bushes and when they get closer to my house,they get scared of my house and run away''and also added''-I personally think that my house looks splendid.''he laughed,and Chris laughed along with him. Chris promised that he would visit the old man every day,and returned to find Omar waiting for him at the front of the gate Chris smiled and went over to his friend and said,''you wont BELIEVE what i discovered!'' and they started to chat away.
THE MORAL OF THIS STORY,DON'T JUDGE A 'BOOK BY IT'S
COVER'(IF YOU GET WHAT I MEAN) :)
PART 3 The old man's house wasn't as bad as the outside,in fact,it looked really comfy.The old man lead him to his kitchen table and poured a cup of tea of him and Chris,along with a plate of cookies. ''Help you self!''said the old man,then took a sip of his own tea. After awhile,Chris decided that he should ask him if he could help him find his basket-ball. ''Mr.Sullivan''started Chris but stopped when he noticed that the old man was chuckling. ''Just call me Sullivan-I don't mind''said the old man. Then Chris replied''OK,also,if you can,may you help me with finding my basket-ball?my friend and I were playing,but I accidentally threw it in one of your bushes.''asked Chris sheepishly. The old man smiled and replied,''Of course I would!-in fact,I think I know exactly where you ball is!'' Later,the old man handed him his ball and Chris thanked him-but all of a sudden,Chris stopped and asked the old man why everyone thinks his house is haunted.
PART 2 After a long time of thinking,Chris decided,for the best,that he would go and knock on the door and ask Sullivan if he could help him find his ball. He slowly walked up the front door and knocked-there was no response. ''I must be patient.''thought Chris and he waited for the front door to open. Suddenly,the door slammed open,and there stood Sullivan,holding a frying pan,ready to attack-as if a burglar was about to burst into the house. But when he saw Chris on the porch floor,his face expression quickly softened to a welcoming smile. ''Hello,I apologize for knocking you down there boy!'' said the old man''please come in.''he added after he helped Chris up to his feet. Chris thanked the old man and walked in to his house.
PART 1 Chris opened the gate with a really loud 'creeeek'' and took one last glance at Omar and said,''Omar, can you stay here next to the gate while I go find the ball?'' Trembling,Omar nodded(''yes''),and Chris set off into the house.After a bit, the house of Sullivan's seemed to get bigger and bigger,as if it was warning Chris not to come any closer,but he ignored that.The house looked pretty old,the paint was coming off everywhere,the house was made out of wood so it also looked like as if it was rotting away-personally,Chris thought it would collapse any second.At the front of the house,there were a lot of bushes that looked like it really needed a hair cut. ''The ball must have fallen into the bushes''thought Chris to himself''but there are so MANY bushes!there has to be another way''
Then Chris saw the basketball in the corner of the fence but, Mr.Sullivan had a pet alligator. But it was sleeping. After that Chris tiptoed to get the basketball but then the sleepy alligator woke up and eat Chris then no one ever dared to go into Mr.Sullivan’s backyard ever again!
chis got kidnapped by someone then he was trapped inside and there was a picture in the living room and the picture is the backyard then when looked at the picture there was a graveyard and there was a hand sticking out and every time looked at it he sees it at the garden he was scared to death
When Chris went past the fence the ground started to turn into quicksand he was forced int the house. Chris was never to be heard of again
To be continued
“Seriously!” Omar called to Chris. “I’ve heard things!”
Chris smirked. “Old man Sullivan is a lunatic. my mom told me so.”
And with that, Chris walked through the gate. He chuckled to himself, thinking how much braver he was than Omar.
“What a wimp!” Chris muttered, kicking around grass, searching for the basketball. “Omar will believe anything!”
Suddenly, he heard whispering. They were low, quiet voices, and they started to freak Chris out. He couldn’t tell what they were saying. He glanced at the house, but all the windows and doors were closed, and there wasn’t anyone else in the yard.
“Omar!” Chris said, backing into the back of the old, stone house. “This - This isn’t funny! I’m no fool! Ghosts aren’t real!”
Chris watched Omar run to the front of the gate, shouting, “What are you talking about? Are you okay? Did you find the ball?”
“Well, I’m outta here,” Chris said. “Ball or no ball.”
“I told you so…” Omar smiled. “But it’s fine. I was losing anyways!”
He went in, saw a witch, and died