Old Man Tate. By: Brittany Collins. 5 th Grade Student North Magoffin Elementary.
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By: Brittany Collins
5th Grade Student
North Magoffin Elementary
“Don’t start that again, Tina. There is no way that you hear something during every storm. I don’t know why you keep on insisting that the hollow is haunted. You know that we don’t believe in such things,” Kelly said with annoyance in her voice. She hated being scared and Tina knew it.
Kelly began to wonder that maybe Tina was telling the truth, after all, she wasn’t one to lie or make up things. “What makes you say these things, Tina? What are you hearing? Is it an animal, maybe?”
Kelly’s eyes became the size of quarters as she began to imagine someone walking outside Tina’s bedroom, mumbling to them self during a thunderstorm. She could feel herself shiver at the thoughts of it. “Wh…what does it say?”
“No way! You’re making this up just to scare me. It’s not very funny, Tina. You know I’m a scaredy cat and I’m not ashamed to admit it. But do you really have to try and scare the living daylights out of me. I’ll not sleep for a week,” said Kelly.
“How do you think I feel?! It’s outside of MY ROOM!” shouted Tina.
“I mean it now, girls. These storms, not only bring, thunder and rain, but lightning as well. I’m sure your folks have told yuns that lightning is dangerous and can kill,” said the old man as he had slowed to a stop to speak to the girls.
“I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming,” started Kelly.
Both girls scrambled to their feet and ran like their life depended on it into the house.
“Mom!” Kelly said just as a loud roll of thunder crashed and a streak of lightning seems to hit right where they had been sitting.
Kelly’s mom came running through the house just in time to see the girls come flying in the door.
“Thank God, you girls came in when you did,” she started.
“Mom, you will never guess…”
“Aunt Betty, I can’t believe…” They both started talking at the same time.
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