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Zareena said we're suppose to update this EVERY SINGLE DAY. So, I was bored, had nothing to do, and thus, blogging for the fun of it. Today...uhmm...okay. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO BLOG ABOUT. Let's blog a ghost story bah!
Once in the 1600s there was a little girl and boy, their mother and father and a grandmother. They all lived in a little cottage in the middle of the woods.
So the little girl and boy went out to find something for their grandmother as it was her birthday. After a while the girl saw a rose and picked it up.The boy saw her with the rose and asked her to give him it. She refused .
So later on the boy gave his grandmother the rose. "Thank you." she said " But where is your sister ?" The boy just shrugged his shoulders. The mother started to get very worried so the father, grandmother and the boy went looking for her.
When the mother gets worried she normally plays the piano in the attic so she went to the piano. As she was playing a tune she heard a faint singing voice.. "Your playing on my bones, your playing on my bones.Your not the one who killed me or took away my rose." It was the little girl's voice.
When the others returned she told them of this happening. The father then played the piano and the same thing happened to him. Then it happened to the grandmother. So the little boy played the piano..... "Your playing on my bones, your playing on my bones. You ARE the one who killed me and took away my ROSE."
Done. Hope it scares you. I kinda liked it. Luckily I don't play the piano :D
AWESOME gaytard.