I was about to splat. I was falling down to the ground. Crack I didn’t splat. Here is my near death survival encounter just for jokes on you. It was Monday. Back to school sucks. Yet I was excited because it seemed fun. I loved going to the history museum. It’s supposedly haunted on the top floor. I wanted to go. Yet my teacher said. “No.” I sneaked up.
I was with my best friend Satisha. She’s pretty nice so I brought her along. Plus, she’s a teacher’s pet which was good for me. I loved the thought of spending the day at a history museum. Plus it was healthy. I loved ghosts since i was little. I never believed in ghosts though.
Until now.
We approached the top quietly. I was scared to death. Plus I was haunted by the sound of the floorboards. Then I fell. The floorboard tore a hole through the ground. I fell and I fell.
I was going to die for sure then a ghost saved me. I saw it. It was happy-looking. It said “Hi.” It laughed then it disappeared. The last thing I saw before I fainted was a flash.
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