Writing

WRITTING: A HOUSE THAT WAS ONCE ABANDONED!!!! There was once an old farm house, over 200 years old. It started in 1863. A husband and a wife lived happily in their fine house; names were Mr. Marty Jones and his wife Mrs. Emmy Jones. They were working in a hairdresser shop. Both of them loved designing hair, but on this day, on this month, they were MURDED! No one knows who killed the Jones family, so they say “They killed themselves.” 200 years past on, on a sunny day as I was walking to school, I saw the house. Some kids still say “they killed themselves.” But I don’t believe it. The year is now 1956and the story about the Jones family is still going on. As I was saying, I saw the house with my own eyes. “Hey, look, Emma, is that the Jones house?” asked a boy next to me “Shhhh………. Jackson,” whispered Emma, “Yes, it is the Jones house. Hey maybe we should take a look in the house, ok?” asked Emma “O.K” answered Jackson as he nodded his head. Six hours later, Emma and Jackson missed the bus on purpose, so they could look into the Jonas house. It was old, broken and rusty on the outside; in the inside it was dirty, dusty, shabby and dark. Inside the house was, of cause spiders and spider webs all over the place. Emma walked in the house first, then Jackson. Jackson was scared of the dark, so he had to hold on to Emma’s arm. Emma felt like she was an idiot and a loser, because Jackson was holding on her arm. Jackson didn’t care if he was a loser or maybe dumb. The kids couldn’t see what they were doing. All of the sudden, the chimney lit a fire. Emma thought Jackson did it, and Jackson thought Emma did it as well. “Did you put the fire on?” asked Emma, “Because, I didn’t.” “No,” answered Jackson, as he shook his head. “We did it!” said a voice high over above their heads. The kids look up slowly and saw Mr. and Mrs. Jones Jackson was about to run out of the room and screaming like two little girls. The Jones family had blood on their clothes and on their hands. They look as scary then a Halloween ghost. White was their skin and black around their eyes. Emma tried to talk, but couldn’t, all it was a shock look on her face. Jackson tried to run or scream, but on his face was an amazed look. Minuets past later and Mrs. Jones spoke. “Why are you here? Would you like to know how we died?” “Yes please, ma’am.” answered Jackson. Then Mr. Jones spoke next. “It all started on the thirtieth of April, 1864……” It sounded like Mr. Jones was telling a story, “As I was coming home at midnight, I saw my wife smiling at me, like she always does, and then our fire place blew out. We were standing where you are, little girl. Then we head a noise of our back door, and we were stabbed to death.” “Who did it? Do you know who?” asked Emma “Yes, we know who did it was, the oldest men alive.” “Who? Mr. Jack and Mr. Kevin?” asked Jackson. “YYYEEESSS..!” shouted Mr. and Mrs. Jones together and disappear. It was now 6.00pm at night. I walked straight into my room and lay down on my bed, just thinking about //why did Mr. Jack and Mr. Kevin murdered them?//

On the next day, it was raining heavily. Walking in the rain missed the bus again, (on purpose). As I grabbed Jackson by the arm and ran to the Jones house, to ask: //why did Mr. Jack and Mr. Kevin murder them?// “I don’t know,” answered Mrs. Jones “Do you know where they live?’ asked Emma “They just live up the road,” answered Mr. Jones, “we always watch them form our bedroom window.” “O.K,” shouted Jackson, “we are going to interview them!” Walking slowly down the wet road, to Mr. Jack and Mr. Kevin’s house was scary. Emma was now scared of the oldest men living, but with Jackson, he was showing his bravery Knock; knock, as they knocked on the door, and a man, who was wearing glasses, blue **PJs** and black mocker sons, answered the door. “Hello, Mr.…err…….um....Jack?” questioned Emma. “NO!” shouted the man, “It’s Mr. Kevin, who are you? What do you want?” in an ungrateful way. “Hi I’m Jackson, and this is Emma. We are here to interview you and Mr. Jack.” answered Jackson, in a calm way. “For what?” shouted Mr. Kevin “For murdering Mr. and Mrs. Jones!” yelled Emma “How did you know?” said Mr. Kevin in a soft voice. “The Jones family told-“Emma’s sentence broke off by Jackson. “Look, they are here, already.” Smile Jackson. There was a scream by Mr. Jack, as he saw Mr. and Mrs. Jones. “Your……your…….your alive!” Mr. Jack hesitated “Yes we are alive!” shouted Mrs. Jones “And you killed us, why?” yelled Mr. Jones There was a short silence between the Jones family and the oldest men alive. “O.K. I’ll tell you. Sit down, make yourself at home.” said Mr. Jack, in a polite way. “On the thirtieth of April at midnight we were jealous of Mr. Jones, because he has a beautiful wife and we got NOTHING!” said Mr. Jack angrily, and stomp his foot. “Well if you didn’t kill us, you both will have beautiful wives, because Miss Catherin and Miss Christina really love you, and you both just blew IT!” argued Mrs. Jones. “We are very sorry about killing you both.” apologized Mr. Kevin “please forgives us.” “How can we forgive you both? We are dead. We should be in the light 200 years ago,” whimpered Mr. Jones, “and don’t worry we forgive you both.” as he spoke a tear come running down on his cheek and walked into the light holding hands with Mrs. Jones. “Good-bye old friends,” said Mr. Jack and Mr. Kevin as they waved good bye “Good bye Mr. and Mrs. Jones.” cried Emma “What are we going to do with their house?” asked Jackson Over the weekend, the kids rebuild the house and made it their club house. It was a story about the Jones family, the untold story is now revealed. People now know how they died and who did it. The End! //P.S I’m now 86 years old, and I’ll never forget this day, on the thirtieth of April.

My writting is very good and its always neat for everyone to read. I like writting long stories, and i also write songs to help me with my writting skills! //