It was Friday the 13th and it was twelve o'clock. I heard a knocking on the door. That weren't mum or dad, they were at my grandma's. There was a ghost at the door and I screamed. It is a personal letter for my date with the queen, it's in ten minutes. A long time ago a king lived in his old castle. It was a nice king. He had a servant. The servant was the best friend of the king, but only because of the money of the king.
One day the king went out. The servant wanted the king's money so much that he wanted to kill him. Then the king came home. Suddenly the servant stood before him.
He pulled out a kitchen knife and killed him. It was a dark and rainy night when the King died. Today a ghost lives in the old castle. The ghost of the dead king. Today all people in the old castle think about the dead king when it's a dark and rainy night. It was a dark, rainy night at an old castle. A group of tourists came into the park where the castle stood.
So they went on. At the castle they walked along the castle walls and went up the stairs. The little boy whispered all the time "Let's leave, let's leave! Then suddenly the boy heard a strange noise.
A door creaked. The door in front of them creaked again. Now everyone heard it. But before he understood what happened to him, two claws grabbed him and pulled him the room. His father lay on the floor - without a head. He looked around but there was nothing. The boy did what the person said. On the stairs there stood a black monster. Suddenly it jumped away. Everyone screamed except the boy. The monster stood behind him. One grip and it had the boy. The monster disappeared and the boy fell down.
