The Haunted Night

             Everybody said the Old Bosworth Mansion was haunted. That is everybody except for me. I  knew that even though they had their story, it was just a ton of baloney. That is until I had to spend the night there. I thought that it would be fun going away for the weekend. Then, suddenly, my whole week was turned upside down thanks to Mom and her dumb news. She said,"Guess what? We're not going skiing in Denver anymore. We're going to go to our old dead grandpa's house." (That's right. We own a mansion because our grandpa just died...and I didn't just Woo Hoo in my head). Now we are on our way to his death place to see what it has in store for us.
            When we got there, it looked as though it had not been used for a hundred years which either means grandpa was too lazy to have a decent house or he had a horrible maid and I mean HORRIBLE. When we got to the door, it creaked open and closed by itself. My half-witted brother probably just thought, "Awesome. We have automatic doors." because that is the way he thinks. I had the strangest feeling that someone was looking at me every time I walked though the hall. The only thing that I could think of was, "Why did we have to come here?"
         Some people say that if your haunted you have sign I know that I did. In the middle of the night their are random foot step all though the house. Then again my brother is a know sleep walker and sometime we eats in his sleep. I can tell you that first hand, but this was not his loud foot steps they where going Creak, Creak, Creak. Every single step I her a chill rushed down my spin. Then I screamed. Not because the foot steps because I though that I just saw old dead grandpa Bosworth looking at me. Strait at me.
       Of course my mother didn't believe me because I am a kid and kid do have nightmares. That whole night I could just hear foot steps going Creak, Creak, Creak against this old houses floors that barley have more fungi on them then my brothers feet. No sleep but no old dead grandpa's (other than mine that first time) saw which was good. That Morin my brother was scared out of his withes too. Soon though right as a left the breakfast table blood was on the wall with my grampa standing right next to it.
     Of course the first thing I did is scream anyone that wouldn't is ether clues or not scare of anything. I asked him "what do you want from me!!!!!." All he said was "get out, get out, get out"and the blood said get out. I booked it no stoping me now but then. CRASH! I slamed into my brother and he looked at me I yelled "RUN!!!!" He yelled why and then I said look and he saw grandpa looking at.
      Soon the whole family heard us and we go out of their with our lifes and our tails between our legs. The next thing you know we are back home whith zero dead old folks to creep use out. We do live right next to the old folks home but they are all living. All of use have recoverd exsepted my brother who sleeps with his eyes open and his room light on. Do people call use crazy oh yah they do but, we are safe now or are we (scary "dum dum dummm" music).