It was one of the sa..sa..sadest day of my life . It all started on friday the 13th. my friend tom and I had decided to go to the so called haunted house which was at the scary forest. We entered the haunted house, we could feel the goose bumps all over our body . In the house we could see a ghost funeral which was surround by ghosts. We half sad and half scared. Then we went to the bedroom there I saw a zombie with a huge sword. It was about to kill me whe tom pushed me away from death but in the end Tom died instead of me dying. Iwas very sa..sa..sad as we came to the haunted house to see only a ghost funerral not a dead tom. I quickly carried t
Tom's body and brought it to his parents. I told them that a zombie killed Tom. They were depressed by thier son;s death that they killed themselves. from that day on I belived that friday the 13th is unlucky day.
done by NirmalKumar
