"I was on my way home through Graveyard Hill when I thought a hand grabbed my ankle. I ran in terror away and forgot the bag and baseball hat."
"I want them back NOW!!! Do you really believe in those graveyard ghouls you wrote about?"
I rang up my friend and told him to come with me to High Graveyard Hill. He said "No WAY, man, NO WAY!!!
"I need to get a bag and a baseball hat."
"OK, I'll come with you."
I found the bag and shouted "Yes!" I found it beside a tree. I grabbed the bag and wiped the frost off it. I was still wiping it and wiping it and wiping it when I looked around. I was looking for the baseball hat. \
I finally found it and picked it up. I saw a deadly human face! I looked at my friend. He was lying down with his head in the baseball hat. The hat was sitting by a half rounded tombstone. I did not realise the hands!
"The graveyard ghouls!" I muttered to myself. The creatures I wrote about in my story-writing. They gathered around me, howling and grunching and groaning. They were leaping out of the ground, walking towards me. "H*whh!!! Wh**chch! Sh***chch!!!", they said.
They gathered around me, grunching and groaning their terrified howls. I screamed out "Help!" Nothing answered. They teared me to bits - into ghouls like them. The shrieks and howls and screams flied into the city of High Graveyard Hill. They ripped my skin, pulled my teeth out, and the most terrifying - ripped off my eyes. I was one of them!