On
the night of Friday the thirteenth, weird things started to happen. As the day
came to an end, I started to get ready for bed. At half eight, I crawled into
bed and fell asleep. The hand on the old clock struck three - the witching hour
- I shot up in bed as I heard a loud, “BANG!” I thought it was just my bedroom
door but it wasn’t. I cautiously got out of bed, it sounded like it was coming
from the attic. I wondered what was behind the door. I slowly opened the door
and screamed, “HELP ME!”
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