I remember this old haunted house in my country Bosnia. It was like 12 square miles and everything was going fine until we heard on the news my friend got murdered by his dad. I couldn't believe it so the next morning everyone was talking about it I really knew it wasn't his dad it was this gang in our school.
Every time in the classroom objects were flying around at the last day I saw my friend in the bathroom and just disappeared when he noticed me. We went back to Germany and bought this little house and that is when I meet bigfoot.
Sent in by Allen
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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