My Cousin Dimitri

Well today I will be talking about my cousin Dimitri Connor, he died from a brain tumour he was only 16 years old. He told me when he was dying that you should never lose hope and never forget him. If he was here right now he would probably say that I must get an education so that I can live my life well. If you were at his funeral you would have seen how many people loved and cared for him. He was the kindest person I know and I would have defended him through any situation and he would have defended me and that is all I would have to say about my cousin because I do not feel comfortable about this. 

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Every time that I am going to school, I always pass this old broken down house. The house looks unnatural in every way. The trees around it looks like skeletons, just waiting for their next unsuspecting victim. The house is so scary that in the night a strange noisy comes from the house. It is like a women is screaming out for help. I know that nobody lives there, because the family that lived there died a long time ago. When I walk by, the house is so alarming it frightens me. The yard is so creepy and horrifying no one even dares to look at the house. People say that someone even tried to go inside of the house, but when he was going to knock again, the door suddenly burst open. A ghostly phantom came down the rickety, dangerous, rotten stairs and looked him in the eyes. It was looking the down, deep into his soul. The person could tell by the strangeness of the phantom that he was going to kill him. When the phantom raised his terrifying, thin, bony hand and grabbed him by his wrist. The phantoms grasp was as strong as a vice’s grip. You could hear an echoing, deathly scream throughout the skies, dark as a moonless night.