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Creepy Situations: Haunted House of Sleepy GroveIt was a summer evening and yesterday was my last day of school. My mom has to go on a business trip and my dad was in England, so I had to go to my Aunt Sally's house for the summer. "Mom please don't make me go. I can just go to some camp or something." I said.
"Now Greg, you know that your Aunt Sally hasn't seen you since you went fishing with her. She's dying for you to come over." my mom told me. "It's only been a year mom." I cried. "That's enough. You're going there tonight. I have to catch my flight. That's final." she said sharply. "But please mom." I said. "Gregory Uriah Martin. I said that's final!" she snapped. I pouted and slumped back into my seat.
Well as you may have heard, my name is Greg Martin and I'm 12 years old. I hate the fact that I'm short and that my initials spell out the word "GUM". I hate gum. I have black hair that hangs just above my eyebrows and brown eyes that look like two pennies.
School had just ended yesterday and all my friends were going fishing,
Creepy Situations: Legend of the Tree CreatureIt had just gotten dark when my parents and I made it to the town of Boyd. I was excited for my new house, but I was also bummed because I had to leave all of my old friends behind. I had some of the best friends. Freddy, Mark, Rob, and James were the best ones.
Freddy was the funny guy who kept everyone in a good mood while Mark was the guy who was always easily frightened. Rob was the cool guy of the bunch who was very smooth and James was the so called braniac who thought a lot.
Yeah I'd say that we made a great crowd of friends but here I am leaving them all behind. This little town looked pretty good to be a few hundred years old I thought to myself as we rode past what looked like a post office. It looks better than my old town, Calibri. There wasn't anything fun there.
I saw that we passed a community baseball field and then a public library as we drove down a dark road. "How far until the house dad?" I asked.
"Just a few minutes Bud" he told me. Now I know what you're all think
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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