After a long time of walking, I finally found the street. “Woah, this is a bit creepy” I said to myself. Lonely Lane had long spiky trees, with thick airy fog brushing through me the whole time, it wasn’t very pleasant. Then I arrived at the house, 4A Lonely Lane. The house was dark and haunted looking. I thought to myself I should probably go back to school but I needed to give the umbrella back. So I walked up the creaky steps and knocked on the door, shaking a bit…. No answer… Just as I was about to knock again someone opened the door. “I’m not gonna give you money little girl!” Said an old lady with a long nose and big black rags hanging off her. I held up the umbrella “N- no.. um I just-” “YOU! You are the thief of my precious!!” She shrieked and she pulled me inside her old house. “What are you doing?” I yelled, trying to squirm out of her. “You will suffer the consequences!” She cried. I would tell her that I didn’t steal it but I knew she wou. I’m not gonna give you money little girl!” Said an old lady with a long nose and big black rags hanging off her. I held up the umbrella “N- no.. um I just-” “YOU! You are the thief of my precious!!” She shrieked and she pulled me inside her old house. “What are you doing?” I yelled, trying to squirm out of her. “You will suffer the consequences!” She cried. I would tell her that I didn’t steal it but I knew she wouldn't . I’m not gonna give you money little girl!” Said an old lady with a long nose and big black rags hanging off her. I held up the umbrella “N- no.. um I just-” “YOU! You are the thief of my precious!!” She shrieked and she pulled me inside her old house. “What are you doing?” I yelled, trying to squirm out of her. “You will suffer the consequences!” She cried. I would tell her that I didn’t steal it but I knew she wouldn't believe me.
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