Old Mansion

One dark night, there was a officer called John. He has a brother called Jay. I was there as well. We lived in a mansion and we called it Meavel mansion. Legends have said that in a forrest we have an old mansion.

In the forrest, we tiptoed to the old mansion. It was bloody and smelly in there.

“I didn’t realise they could fly,” said John potinting at an old mans. Jay investigated from the outside with me and John. The windows were boarded up. Jay began to walk to the door. What will happen next?

 

TO BE COTINUED…

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