Very slowly I tiptoed into the house. There were loud crackling noises in the back. Shadows were coming towards me. Zombies! They were doing work for the Zombie King, digging with their shovels and looking for jewels.
The zombies looked green and their sound was like AWWWWW! My heart shivered. The Zombie King towered over them with a huge scythe in his hand.
I sneaked up on them. A trapdoor creaked beneath my foot. Then they heard me. I lifted the trapdoor. I thought I was safe until CRRREEEAKKK. They tried to find me in the dark but luckily I escaped. When I opened a door sunlight whooshed in and killed the zombies. They turned into dust. Lucky for me or otherwise I would have been a zombie.
I like your senteses Marcus becauase you see what is happing that make sense and that is very good.I like your story like Isabella becuase you both very good.
good job marcus i liked your story i liked the part when zombie had the scythe can’t wait for your next story blake
thanks evry body for comenting.
marcus you did a go job on the haunted house
What inchrting story Marcus I loved your word’s
So mush I nill fell over.
Hi Marcas. You had a lot of expression in your story. I think you are becoming a experienced writer. What is a scythe? From Shoma