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Bed Time Stories

Bed time story, folks! Good night.
“I don’t believe in ghosts and I’ll prove it by spending a night in the supposedly haunted house.” He declared and set off without a backward glance.
He crossed the unkempt garden and pushed at the main door. It opened with an ominous creak and he was in the dusty hall. He walked in boldly and climbed up the stairs. Stuffed heads of long dead animals stared at him, a couple of bats wheeled around in erratic circles and rats squeaked from their hidey holes. His eyes got used to the darkness and he trudged up the stairs, not faltering even once. He spent the whole night prowling round the house, as he had done since he died in it, some twenty years back.

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