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Note:  PLEASE READ BEFORE TEXT!
       All "Typos" in this story are intentional in order to showcase the work as close to
       its original form as possible. This story was written when I was 7 years old.

       Also, the dialogue is not separated into paragraphs, as it was not written in such a
       manner.

       Also, the name Stephine was written to be pronouncèd (Ste-fuh-nee).

       Also, the italics are editor's footnotes to aid understanding, save Slow Motion, as that
       was italicised in the original version.

                     Chaper 2
       I tugged Tom out of the room and we ran down the steps. "Anyway, what about Ashton! We just left her on the grass!" I said. "Darnit! Why did we do that?!!" said Tom. "Wait! Stop!" I said. "Shhh! do you hear anything?" I asked. "Look behind you. Dou you see anything?" "No, and No." he said. "So?" He stared at me as if I wer crazy. "That means John is gone." I said. "Owoahhh man! You're Mom's gonna kill you!" Tom said. Ashton is my little sister.

        I'm not sure why the narrator needs us to know this mid-plot. I think I just chose the completely wrong place to tell about her.

       Ashton is my little sister. Mom always says that there's some kind of danger out there, waiting for her. So Mom sends out "brat" with me wherever I go. She's so annoying. Back to the plot...
       "Lets go back up," I said. "We have to save John"! We bolted up the stains. John wasn't there. A stone box lay in his place. There was a red eye at the top. We made our way over to it. One the side were the letters I.C.U. "Huh? I'm scared! said Tom "Those letters and the red eye at the top go together." I gulped. Then I grabbed the box and Tom's arm and we bolted down the stairs, out the front door, ans saw Ashton standing there. I stopped. Tom bolted into me. I almost knocked her over. "Whoaoa!" Tom cried as we toppled to the ground. "Fools!" said Ashton. "You don't stand a chance!" She helped Tom and I up. "What is that?" she asked. "Why is that red eye carved at the top? And why are the letters I.C.U. carved on the side?" She had about one million questions. But I didn't answer them. I wanted to figure out what was inside it. Meybe...
              ***
       We came back to the haunted house the next day. I was the first one there. Not including "Brat". Or should I say "Rat." Then Jeremy and Seth came. Then Stephine and Andy. No John. "Are we going to open the box or what?" Stephine asked. "And where is John?" I shrugged. "He diapered."
She stared at me. I can see why. "Into thin air?" she asked. Then she laughed. Then her exprestion changed. "You'r sirius?" she asked. "I don't think you are. Well, I'm going home." I ran infront of her. "I have to show you something." I guesstured toward the haunted house. "Theres no' way You'r gonna make me go in there."
              ***
       "Rrrrrr! I'm gonna kill you after I get out of these hand cuffs!" Stephine cried. I knocked the wind out of her so she would shut up, but that made her ever more mad. "Fine. If yuor going to kill me when you get out, I might as well not take you out of the handcuffs." Then Jeremy suddenly remembered. "I read a book about this place once." he said. "It said there were mummies here." Compulsive liar. The clock struck 12, and John suddenly apeared. "Whaaatttt the devil!" "Whooott!" "Okay," I said. "Let's all beeeeeeep so we can figure this out."

       I'm not sure of the beep's meaning here. It could be a weird curse word, or just an attempt to build suspense. Either way, it's super weird and this story is about to get much weirder.

       Another thing: I believe they went upstairs after putting the handcuffs on Stephine.

       "I don't think so," a man stepped out of the shadows. "You only need an investogation about me." And he punched Jeremy in the face knocking him to the floor. And then this was the 2rd to worst one. He got a 100 pound chair and heaved it at Stephine who was wearing the handcuffs and obviously could not block and since she was so little it jammed her in the face, she went sprawling backward, and in no time, hit the brick wall. "Your turn", he said to John, and we just learned his true strength. He took John by the middle and hurled him at the window, causing it to break, and you could tell he died, cause if you did that in Slow Motion, you can see a peice of glass going into his back. Ashton tried to escape but the man grabbed her by throat and tried to strangle her but she whirled around and punched him in the face. "Whe??" Was all he could say before he fell into the desk. "That takes care of him, that homisidel freak," I said. "But what about John?" Tom asked. "We'll just have to forget about him for now, that creepy guy isn't unconsious!" Ashton, Tom, Seth, Jeremy and Andy followed me, lugging Stephine, down the stairs. Ashton tripped over Stephines

      The story ends here. The ultimate cliffhanger, it ends not only leaving more to know, but also it ends mid-sentence, not even telling what it was of Stephine's over which Ashton tripped. I might write more; I haven't decided.

Description
Note:  PLEASE READ BEFORE TEXT!
       All "Typos" in this story are intentional in order to showcase the work as close to
       its original form as possible. This story was written when I was 7 years old.

       Also, the dialogue is not separated into paragraphs, as it was not written in such a
       manner.

       Also, the name Stephine was written to be pronouncèd (Ste-fuh-nee).

       Also, the italics are editor's footnotes to aid understanding, save Slow Motion, as that
       was italicised in the original version.

                     Chaper 2
       I tugged Tom out of the room and we ran down the steps. "Anyway, what about Ashton! We just left her on the grass!" I said. "Darnit! Why did we do that?!!" said Tom. "Wait! Stop!" I said. "Shhh! do you hear anything?" I asked. "Look behind you. Dou you see anything?" "No, and No." he said. "So?" He stared at me as if I wer crazy. "That means John is gone." I said. "Owoahhh man! You're Mom's gonna kill you!" Tom said. Ashton is my little sister.

        I'm not sure why the narrator needs us to know this mid-plot. I think I just chose the completely wrong place to tell about her.

       Ashton is my little sister. Mom always says that there's some kind of danger out there, waiting for her. So Mom sends out "brat" with me wherever I go. She's so annoying. Back to the plot...
       "Lets go back up," I said. "We have to save John"! We bolted up the stains. John wasn't there. A stone box lay in his place. There was a red eye at the top. We made our way over to it. One the side were the letters I.C.U. "Huh? I'm scared! said Tom "Those letters and the red eye at the top go together." I gulped. Then I grabbed the box and Tom's arm and we bolted down the stairs, out the front door, ans saw Ashton standing there. I stopped. Tom bolted into me. I almost knocked her over. "Whoaoa!" Tom cried as we toppled to the ground. "Fools!" said Ashton. "You don't stand a chance!" She helped Tom and I up. "What is that?" she asked. "Why is that red eye carved at the top? And why are the letters I.C.U. carved on the side?" She had about one million questions. But I didn't answer them. I wanted to figure out what was inside it. Meybe...
              ***
       We came back to the haunted house the next day. I was the first one there. Not including "Brat". Or should I say "Rat." Then Jeremy and Seth came. Then Stephine and Andy. No John. "Are we going to open the box or what?" Stephine asked. "And where is John?" I shrugged. "He diapered."
She stared at me. I can see why. "Into thin air?" she asked. Then she laughed. Then her exprestion changed. "You'r sirius?" she asked. "I don't think you are. Well, I'm going home." I ran infront of her. "I have to show you something." I guesstured toward the haunted house. "Theres no' way You'r gonna make me go in there."
              ***
       "Rrrrrr! I'm gonna kill you after I get out of these hand cuffs!" Stephine cried. I knocked the wind out of her so she would shut up, but that made her ever more mad. "Fine. If yuor going to kill me when you get out, I might as well not take you out of the handcuffs." Then Jeremy suddenly remembered. "I read a book about this place once." he said. "It said there were mummies here." Compulsive liar. The clock struck 12, and John suddenly apeared. "Whaaatttt the devil!" "Whooott!" "Okay," I said. "Let's all beeeeeeep so we can figure this out."

       I'm not sure of the beep's meaning here. It could be a weird curse word, or just an attempt to build suspense. Either way, it's super weird and this story is about to get much weirder.

       Another thing: I believe they went upstairs after putting the handcuffs on Stephine.

       "I don't think so," a man stepped out of the shadows. "You only need an investogation about me." And he punched Jeremy in the face knocking him to the floor. And then this was the 2rd to worst one. He got a 100 pound chair and heaved it at Stephine who was wearing the handcuffs and obviously could not block and since she was so little it jammed her in the face, she went sprawling backward, and in no time, hit the brick wall. "Your turn", he said to John, and we just learned his true strength. He took John by the middle and hurled him at the window, causing it to break, and you could tell he died, cause if you did that in Slow Motion, you can see a peice of glass going into his back. Ashton tried to escape but the man grabbed her by throat and tried to strangle her but she whirled around and punched him in the face. "Whe??" Was all he could say before he fell into the desk. "That takes care of him, that homisidel freak," I said. "But what about John?" Tom asked. "We'll just have to forget about him for now, that creepy guy isn't unconsious!" Ashton, Tom, Seth, Jeremy and Andy followed me, lugging Stephine, down the stairs. Ashton tripped over Stephines

      The story ends here. The ultimate cliffhanger, it ends not only leaving more to know, but also it ends mid-sentence, not even telling what it was of Stephine's over which Ashton tripped. I might write more; I haven't decided.