The Haunted House
In the middle of the forest (well not exactly)
there was a haunted house. I wonder who lives there?
Lets go see. I knocked on the door the was no answer
so I slowly crept.
There were broken windows and cracked cups.
Soon I looked at the bedrooms, then I heard the door squeak
open and in came a very old and poor women.
If I get into trouble I don't know what will happen!
Maybe I will be a slave or maybe put under a spell.
I am aware of how to write for an audience
and I support the main idea with detail and
comment.
This is a nice story Isabel I think you could add some more info about the old poor women and if she was mad or sad or happy? I like the bit when you said ( I knocked on the door the was no answer so I slowly crept in.)
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