T h E m YSTE r Y O f T h E h AUNTED h OUSE

by Micheal Pepper

my name is micheal. I am nine years old. I’m here to tell you about the craziest thing that happened to me. Oh! You should know that I’m a detective. I forgot to tell you. Well, let’s get back to the topic. One year ago, when I was in Mrs. Winters’s class, we were all going to the Detroit Zoo in a bus, and I was talking to Trevor.

“Trevor, I can’t wait until we get to the zoo, can’t you?” I asked him.

“Yeah!” said Trevor.

“So, can’t you, Frankie?” I said.

“Yeah!” said Frankie.

“Man, I hope we have a lot of fun together—best friends forever, right?” I said.

“Yep!” they agreed.

“Keep it down!” said the bus driver. “Oops, I made a wrong turn, umm…”

“Turn around, we’re in a huge graveyard,” said Mayceeclair. “Elizabeth, hide me.”

“We’re out of gas, too, that sucks,” said the bus