It was a quiet night in late December and Harold and Bruce were having a sleep over at Harold's house. The house was an old cottage on a farm, and at night it was dark and gringy. There were spooky shadows everywhere! But it didn't scare Harold and Bruce. They were giggling and laughing and chuckling the whole night, telling jokes and then looking at the only source of light, the moon and howling like wolves. Then they started to tell ghost, stories Bruce told one and as soon he yelled BOO! The room darkened like coal and some how the shadow remained!
Then they heard a low pitched sound moaning and groaning and then Band! Bang! Bang!
"What was that?" said Bruce.
They heard a knock and then poof! A display of yellow dust appeared and the shadows started to move. BANG! more knocks heavier now!! Like curling rocks being slung at the house. More moaning and groaning, more knocking at the window this time but they were too scared to look. Then a blast of light occurred and it was morning and they felt their sleeping bags get wet and soggy. As quick as that, Harold and Bruce never did find out what the noise was, but they both knew they would never sleep in the attic again.