Chapter 1
Where it all began!
I was only 13 when i died, its quite an odd story,but im going to tell you any way.One day I was walking down the Old Brooke Lane,blue birds singing,the wind wooshing through the tree's,grass greener than ever,but i dont know why but know goes down there any more,they say a little boy called Johny went down there on July 13th,1960 and that was a Friday.
They say he heared a sound, not just a normal sound, but a very strange sound and they say if you dare turn around you will never turn back,but he did! He kept hearing that same noise over and over again while walking down that lane.So he ran and ran and ran,but every few secondes he kept looking back and back.Every time he kept on running it felt like he wasnt going any where, it was just like he was runing on a spot for hours and hours.
The noise stoped for a while now so johny stopped running, he turned around for the very last time and "BANGGG!!!" he was gone!
Of course i never believed that story because i walked down that lane 5 days a week after school and im still hear!
That Odd Summer
It was just the beginning of summer and I woke up one morning and you never guess what it was snowing! It was a thursaday.
