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Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
 
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My house was next to the grave yard. I kept the room which had a window towards the graves as a store room to avoid my children having glimpses of the scary night-view of that haunted place.
One day, my son came to me and asked “Daddy, you forbade us to go in the store room. Our maid told me she kept my toys safe in there, and when I went to get them she was playing with them. She had said she won’t play with them, she broke her promise! You should scold her!”
That was strange, because I have not allowed it even to the maid to go there. My son, then pulled my hand and insisted me to go with him to that room. I stood up and walked along through the narrow passage where there was the door to store at the end. Passing from front of the kitchen, I glanced in and saw our maid there. “Oh hohohoho, look son, she’s here” I said.
“No daddy! I was talking about the new one…”
“New one?”
“Yes, the one with red hair”
“Red?” I was confused now. We didn’t have any other maid, and with red hair, never did we have one.
“Yes, she told me that her name was Marie John, when she came to make me sleep yesterday, and she was 17”
“ok, lets see where is she”, I had been out for a week for my business work, I thought my wife might have got another maid for herself.
When we entered the room, I found no one, “No one’s here” I said.
“No, she was here.”
“But she is not here now”
“But I swear she was here!” he argued.
“Ok, so lets see her somewhere else”, and when I turned around I glanced at he unveiled window, and the board on the grave just outside the window read “Marie John – died at the age of 17”.

I am not good at writing english stories, but let me see what you guys think of it.
 
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arsiss said:
you can shorten the dialogue a little, and maybe say the father sees the maid in the kitchen and he knows no one else is home
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ah leave it, i suck at angrezi 6_6 and who have time to improve when i am getting over with cies :p
Faizan Muhammmad said:
and I will not mention that I have seen a meme version of this a zillion times :p
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meme? o_O thats all my own plot, ok?
 
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