The Old House by Sara.A"Come on, James! Don't be a chicken." Peter started to do a clucking sound and moved his arms up and down like some mad, demented chicken."No! You know mum said not to go near that house. She said bad things have happened in there.""Don't be daft. All mums say that stuff. No one's lived there in years. It will be an adventure, James. We might even find some gold coins and become millionaires," Peter boasted. James pondered this for a while and changed his mind at the thought of becoming rich. Reluctantly he joined Peter in the front garden and the two boys crept up to the front door. The door was ajar and Peter pushed it further open. They silently walked inside...As they tiptoed into the old house, they suddenly noticed that the door behind them had closed. “ What was that?!” Asked Peter. “ That sounds like a ghost!” “Don’t be stupid, there are no ghosts!” Replied James. Suddenly they heard a “CLANG!!!” In front of them was a big, fat ghost! “ We’re dead!” Yelled Peter, terrified. “Do you want to stay for dinner? The menu is YOU!!!!” Yelled the fat ghost.” “RUUUN!!! “ Shrieked James….Terrified, Peter and James suddenly came to the next room. In this room, the lights were swiching on and off… “ Is this house haunted?!” asked James, horrified. They suddenly felt like someone was behind them… Tere was nobody there!! “ I’m invisible!!!!!” said a low voice. That guy was invisible!! “ RUUUUUN!!!!” shouted James. The two children ran back home…The next day, the house that James and Peter went was all demolished…..