MY MORNING

On one mystic, dreadful morning I wake up, and at the corner of my eye I see an obese, terrifying ghost staring at me, I panic and rapidly run out of my colossal house, I ran as far as I can from that petrifying haunting mansion, when I explain it to my loving husband, he is astonished, it made his tongue tingle. He swiftly dashes to the ghost team and tells them all about it. They are shell shocked at this horrifying story. They ask him peculiar questions about things he doesn’t understand. And that’s the story about my morning.