Week 6: Uhh poop.

In a horror story, I would honestly die first. It would be like Amber , Jordan and I. Imagine this, We are all outside my house in lowpoint. Just chilling on the porch at like 11 at nightt. We hear a noisee, my instinct is to just run into the house and hide but we accidentally locked the doors.. and windows.. so we were stuck. I tryed to be brave and go look for something but i got scared so we all went. When we got done to my pond we didnt find anything so we went for a swim. We were all just chilling outt and i felt something touch my foot and i yelped! Then all of a sudden we all three were drug down by our feet and died. The End.