Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The Old Hag

One summer morning I woke up to a beautiful day. The sun was shining in the window. Everything was fine until I looked over to where my brother (Dennis) was sleeping. There was an old hag, with stringy hair and a big nose, with a wart on it, and she was drooling all over herself.

I thought I was dreaming so I closed my eyes. My heart was racing. I was scared to death! So I opened my eyes again. She was still there! That's when I screamed. When I did that. I watched while the old hag turned over and it was my brother again. Needless to say I never saw her again.

By Michelle, Copyright 2009 Willard E Hughes Jr.

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