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Freaky Facts
By: Shaya and Kian
It was November 17, 2017. I was lying in my bed, not ready to wake up. My parents were out of the house, at work. They were always busy. I was making myself breakfast when suddenly my best friend knocked on my door. When I opened the door, Elliot, had a fearful expression on his face. “We have a situation!” “What is it?” I asked. “I lost... !” He frantically fumbled his hands around. “Who?” “A dog that I was looking after,” “Whose dog?” “Mrs. Walers.” “Aww man, now we have to go there.” When we got to Mrs. Walers house we saw her on her porch, and I waved. She didn’t wave back. She just gave us one of those stares that looked deep into your soul. “You tell her,” Elliot whispered to me. “No, You tell her! You’re the one that lost her!” I snapped back. “Fine.” He huffed. Elliot slowly walked up the steps of her porch, dreading what might come next. “Mrs. Walers?” He asked in a frightened voice, “I lost your dog,” and not surprisingly she hollered, “Go away!” “Why are you so mad all the time!?” Elliot questioned. Her face was as cold as Antarctica when she said, “ Let me tell you a story. The day my husband died was not a gloomy day. The sun was actually shining when he woke up, blinding him even through the curtains of his bedroom window. Later, he passed away. I was so mad that I made a promise to never be nice again. That dog was a gift for our last anniversary together.” Then, her lips curved, and she said, “But, do not fear. The dog is sitting in the basement. First door to your left. Would you get him for me?” “Sure,” Elliot and I replied in unison. We went inside her house and stepped down the creaky stairs to her basement. Suddenly, “Wham!” the door shut…...
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