posted by Dad on Nov 22
One day while me, Lyndsey, and Sheridan were walking home from school, we came across this old, vacant house.
We walked up to the door and went inside. As soon as we got inside, Lyndsey disappeared. Then we heard a screaming sound. We went upstairs into one of the rooms, and the closet door opened.
Suddenly, we saw it. It was a big ghost with bloody fingers, and a bloody knife. My cat Aggie pounced on the ghost and bit him on the neck. The ghost fainted, and I was happy. I was dancing all around because I thought he was dead.
I poked him once. I poked him again and he grabbed me. He almost stabbed me with the knife, but my eyes turned green. I was morphing into a Norwegian Forest Cat. I felt the cat instincts controlling me.
Suddenly, I struck.I hissed at the ghost, bit it, gave it scars, and killed it. I transformed back to normal and we ran to get Lyndsey. When we found her, she had two bite marks on her neck and a scar across her face.
It was terrible. I poured water on her, and she woke up. Me and Sheridan were so happy she was alive. She is one of our best friends,and we would have risked our very lives for her.
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