The Haunted House
by Erik

I raced through the spooky haunted house. I tripped over a rock and I ran into something hard. When I got up I saw the lanky man staring at me. I fainted. As I listened I could hear the lanky man taping and cracking and creaking. When I touched the lanky man he felt hard and smooth. I sniffed at the lanky man and he smelled old.