Danae Raya 1 Bat B

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Published on January 19, 2009

Author: bogeria

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A crime story: the cesspit

The House By Danae Raya Salom 1st of BAT B

When I was 13 my father and I used to go cycling in the summer days. We always went to the same places, but that day we chose another way.

When I was 13 my father and I used to go cycling in the summer days. We always went to the same places, but that day we chose another way.

After two hours cycling we saw an enormous country house next to the road. We stopped there to have a break and walk around. It was a very old and dirty house with a great garden and a deep cesspit on it.

After two hours cycling we saw an enormous country house next to the road. We stopped there to have a break and walk around. It was a very old and dirty house with a great garden and a deep cesspit on it.

When we entered inside I had a strange feeling. The table was dirty, but perfectly prepared to have a meal. In the bedrooms, the clothes were inside the wardrobes, and the beds were made. In the bathroom, you could see the brush teeth and the hand soap. It seemed that the owners had left the house quickly, without packing anything.

When we entered inside I had a strange feeling. The table was dirty, but perfectly prepared to have a meal. In the bedrooms, the clothes were inside the wardrobes, and the beds were made. In the bathroom, you could see the brush teeth and the hand soap. It seemed that the owners had left the house quickly, without packing anything.

Some days later we asked my grandmother about the country house owners. She told us that many years ago there lived a man with his wife, their teenager son and the grandfather. One day, the cesspit water became inexplicably dark. The man decided to go down and see what was wrong, but he never came up. The son went down to rescue him, but he never came up either. The grandfather did the same, and he died there too. The woman ran to the village to explain it, and she died two days later in strange circumstances.

Some days later we asked my grandmother about the country house owners. She told us that many years ago there lived a man with his wife, their teenager son and the grandfather. One day, the cesspit water became inexplicably dark. The man decided to go down and see what was wrong, but he never came up. The son went down to rescue him, but he never came up either. The grandfather did the same, and he died there too. The woman ran to the village to explain it, and she died two days later in strange circumstances.

I have always said that I don’t believe in ghosts, but since that moment, deep inside myself, I just know there is something wrong in some places, and it’s better to stay away from them.

I have always said that I don’t believe in ghosts, but since that moment, deep inside myself, I just know there is something wrong in some places, and it’s better to stay away from them.

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