Jack and his gramma

Boom crash bang,as a terrible,tragic storm hit Manchester…..”I am petrified help me,” whispered Jack,while covering himself with the bed cover and as the moon shone up on him.

The next day, Jacks mum told him to go to grandma’s house because she was poorly, to give some goodies to her.”Ok” replied Jack and grabbed the basket and cautiously opened the door to not wake up his dad.

“Ohhhhhhh,” said jack “which way should I go”,as he chose the dangerous way into the forest. As Jack was walking, a black figure glided past him “What was that?”Why did I go this way?”As he started to run but the figure was right behind him……


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