Sunday 30 October 2016
It was a ordinary day at the glass house where a lady owned it. It was a working house. The lady was packing up her business. When she finished packing up she said "lights out". When the lights went of she saw a shadow. She turned the lights on again and saw nothing. On,of,on,of,on until one more time of. The ghost grabbed her face from behind her and dragged her to the sea which was placed directly next to the glass house. From that day forward no one ever heard of Jo Northey again.
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