It’s 12 o'clock, the new year is finally here my best friend ,Tracy Scone, is having a slumber party (we have the world record for the most slumber parties in one week). Sadly mom comes in and says we have to hit the hay. It usually takes me forever to fall asleep but I think I was so tired I just collapsed.
“Good mor-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I scream “Where am I?” “There…There are ghosts everywhere” is this a dream? How can I get out? “I know” I turn around In fear but to my astonishment I see a transparent ghost of Tracey...
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