Week #9 100WC Seán Mullins

The Ghost Town

It was Friday the 14th, the most unluckiest day of the year. I was creeping down 13th avenue as a dare. I was spooked and was really not very confident.

There were a lot of old broken down houses. An old graveyard was beside it and ghosts came pouring out. I was in shock. I ran for my life but I could not out run them. 

There was a barrier that the ghost could not pass. I was running for the border. A ghost with no head jumped in front of me. As I ran passed him, I got out under the barrier. All of the ghosts stayed behind the wall and I was free.