A ghost story
One day, I was at my best friend's house. I was only eight years old. Then, when I was sleeping, I saw two terrible mummies!
First, one of the mummies talked to me. After that, the other mummy began to shout. I was very scared, so I ran very fast and I left the room. The parents of my best friend went to the room where I was sleeping. The mummies weren't there. They dissapeared.
The next day I knew that I was having a nigthmare! The mummies never existed! Now I feel more safe.
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