Haunted Hamline Pt. 2

As promised, here are the scary poems from Hamline. Do not read in the dark…

The Rose
by Sandra
I was trying to plant a rose because my mother told me so. And I put the rose in place and watered it. The rose was normal for about 2 seconds but then the rose started to grow bigger and bigger. I was scared and shaking, I had never shook so bad before. The rose grew a mouth and started to laugh louder and louder. I wanted to cry but couldn’t because I was too shocked. Soon it was too late it ripped my head off and planted it into the soil.
Skipping School 
Allison and Angie
Angie, ash, and I were skipping school. So we went to the forest and we randomly saw a killer clown with a chainsaw! He wanted us to make a move as soon as I ran he turned on the chainsaw. When Angie heard and saw she ran! Then Ash was left alone she kept staring at it. She ran and the clown started moving slowly while me and Angie were together we saw two different trails. Ash went one way and she found a tunnel! Me and Angie saw a treehouse so we saw that it had weapons on the porch. Angie opened the door and saw blood so she followed it and saw a dead body! As soon as we saw that we all got out. We remembered Ash has an Apple Watch so we were trying to track it but she kept moving until it stopped and we found her eating food and then we turned around, he was watching us from behind the tree
1982
Nayeli 
One day there was a girl named Jayla. She went to an old house. In that old house there was an old happy couple that had lived there. But one day they got robbed and got shot to death. And a couple died together the girl Jayla I went to the old house with her friend Leah. The hospital really bad like rotten food and spoiled food. Leah went to the room upstairs and she looked in one of the rooms and asked if anybody was there. After that you heard a big bang they both jumped and got scared. The noise was coming from the old couple that we’re supposedly dead!

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