The Ghost on Valentine's Day

One night I was looking for Branden's runner up by the power line. I was by myself. Branden kept on going. He told me to look for his runner. It as dark. I was walking home. Something grabbed me by the leg. I felt sharp teeth dig in my leg. It was a wolf. I punched him till he leg go. I never went up there again.

The End

Desmond Bernard

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