Crunch, crack, crumble
The twigs and dry leaves break as step I look to my watch
And see 11.55 ,5 more minutes to the ghosts come out.
My book said they are dark green, slimy and had been
haunting the forest for years. I hear owls hoot and wolves
Howl as I step into the clearing. Im nearly blinded by the
Light as I see the bright pink ghosts dripping with pink
Slime. But your the wrong colour I shout at them with confusion.
Your supposed to be green I say and start to run back down
the gloomy forest path sheltered by dark Treetops. I sprint
back to my house and jump into my bed.
“Hope they didn’t follow me”.
By Tim
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