Once a 12 year old boy named Harry was walking through London, with his friend Kyle. A cold gust of wind blew. “Let’s go to that place” said Kyle, pointing at a restaurant that had a picture of spagetti bolognaise.
“Ok” Harry said, When they walked in, there was a ghost hovering over a table trying to suck people’s blood,
“What the heck” shouted Kyle.
“Let's go, RUN!” yelled Harry
“I want to go home” announced Kyle.
“Nah do you want to come to to my house for a sleepover” said Harry
“Sure why not” said Kyle,
“AAAAAGGHGGHGH”
“Someone screamed” said Charlie.
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