Friday, November 2, 2007

Journal Entry #29

Post your scary story. We're going to read the stories on Wednesday!

Group: Tom / Ai Nguyen / Thao Dao / Mira Na

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It was a rainy and windy night in a suburban hospital. A doctor was tired from being on duty all
day long. He walked slowly into a dark obsolete elevator. In that elevator there was an old woman with white hair and shriveled face. He asked her about her heaith, and how long she had been there. The old woman said it was too long to remember how many years she had been there. The elevator slowly went down and opened when it stopped at the fifth floor. The fifth floor was the place where the dead are stored. Surprisingly, there was a little girl who wanted to get inside. He was shocked and chilled to the bone to see her. He pushed the close button quickly to prevent the little girl from getting in side. After that, the elevator kept going. The old lady asked why he prevented the little girl form getting inside. The doctor replied the little girl had a number on her neck that the doctors always print on the dead. She nodded and took off her jacket slowly... She had another number on her neck.

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