100 WC week 7
The incident of 1987 It was a dark and gloomy night of Halloween. Kids going trick or treating every block carrying pillow cases to collect their fill. But I and a few unlucky kids just picked the wrong house. The house had no colour but black splintered wood and smelled of a horrible stench. We knocked on the door and the door opened and we stepped inside the creepy black house. We heard laughing, and as the door slammed I knew we were doomed. Soon screaming echoed through the house and everything went black. Then I was in a graveyard dead, with the rest.