The Pickles Spooky Vaction

"All right, let’s head in and put our things away." Sofi recommended in an excited tone. The four pickles Sofi Hennery William and Charles had arrived at their resort that they were going to stay in. the four walked in and placed there things in their rooms. Sofi was when put his things in his dresser... but then she heard a breath drift across the back of his neck. He turned around in shock but no one was there, he walked around his room, he whispered "Hello." In a frightened tone. But there was no answer, he walked down stairs with a nerves look on his face, William asked with a concerned tone. "Are you ok?" "Ah I’m fine I was just day dreaming." so they all sat down and had some pickle juice. Then they went off to bed. "Zzzzz huhhh zzzzzz." Hennery was snoring away, but then a horrible screech ran across the floor like nails scrapping down a chalk board. He sat up faster then a cheetah on a hot pursuit. He scoured his blood shot eyes across the room as a drip of sweat dripped of his chin, and then the closet door opened slowly with a terrible screech. He grabbed the sheets and squeezed in fear he braced himself, his muscles were tight and couldn’t move as he glared into the dark unknown of the closet. The air in the room was cold, his heart was beating heavy and his veins were thick under his skin. Hennery loosened his grip on the bed, the room was warm again he slowly leaned back into his pillow... All was silent.

"DING DONG." Sofi ran for the door and handed the man money for the pizza, he grabbed the warm box full of cheesy goodness. They all sat on the couch and chowed down. “I have something to say.” Declared hennery. “What is it?” Charles wondered. “I think this house is haunted.” It fell silent. And then a door slammed up stairs they all turned their heads in shock like a gun blast just went by there heads. William stood up and went to go check it out; he walked up the stairs carefully and silently. BAM the door whipped open and a force knocked him down the stairs. They all stared at the wall going down the stairs they saw a shadow of a person walking down the stairs. Whoosh his shadow slipped away like mist and vanished. Everyone was breath heavy the air was thick with fear then William got up and sat down. “I agree Hennery.”

They scoured the phone book and found the perfect number the pickle ghost busters. They called them and explained there situation and had them arrive in 2 hours. They waited and waited until they heard four pickles knock on the door. They let them in and set up there ghost hunting machinery, the turned it on and then the power shut off they heard noises all around them. Quickly one of them grabbed a ghost gun and sucked up all the paranormal activity. Then the lights switched on everything went back t normal. The ghosts where gone and they could finally enjoy their vacation, they all had a amazing trip and never forgot what happened and how scared they were.    

my dog

"Hey dude my dogs so much better than your dog because he has a leather jacket badazzled with dimonds and rubys." Exclaimed strat. "Oh yah well my dog has a brazilain cofffe shop, in peru!" Caleb snapped back like a angrey wolf. Strat reishured. "My dog eats nails for breakfest and could beat up your dog anytime! So HA!" Caleb shock his head. "Don't you know my dog is a proffecinal UFC fighter and has never lost a match." "Oh yah that dosent even matter because my dog could easyly out run yours." Strat Blumeshed. "Hmmm, true but that wont help him when my dogs uber strong laser beams can travel at a catrillion miles per. hour." Caleb over embelished. "Yah that might be true but my dog can speak 7 languages and could call for back up." Strat said in a rude tone. "well my dog is the leader of the hells angles." Caleb yelled back. "Uhhhhh well... I can make better muffins than you." Caleb said. "I have never tried making muffins" Strat said "Oh well I got to go see ya." caleb replied. "Ok later."