by jacob27-01-2013 | 12:29:56 | No Comments


The big brown heavy caravan had freaked me out ever since the frost had fallen. Just thinking about it was to much, I could’t bear it. The reason I don’t like to look or even think is because someone died in there. Nobody knows how nobody knows when. But it just gets to me every time. Untill one day I was playing on the green with my mates, and one went missing. We started panicing and running around in circles like a monkey that was going to explode any minute. Then we heard a russtle in the bush ” It’s Joe!”

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