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The story is getting interesting...skylard101 try to space your writing and use paragraphs.
Then try to read it again to check for grammatical errors e.g signs---sighs.
welldone though.

stormybucci:
hey younger bro!!! Howdy?? Pm me ur number asap. Btw, its been a lng tym

on it.

stormybucci:
then fvvcking unquote him, or u shouldn't have at all. Re u fiyah Y carry d guys comment lyk a 4units course Smh 4 u

na wa ooo so u dey alive

WE ONLY HAVE A FEW HOURS, so listen carefully. If you’re hearing this story, you’re already in danger. Sadie and I might be your only chance. Go to the school. Find the locker. I won’t tell you which school or which locker, because if you’re the right person, you’ll find it. The combination is 13/32/33. By the time you finish listening, you’ll know what those numbers mean. Just remember the story we’re about to tell you isn’t complete yet. How it ends will depend on you. The most important thing: when you open the package and find what’s inside, don’t keep it longer than a week. Sure, it’ll be tempting. I mean, it will grant you almost unlimited power. But if you possess it too long, it will consume you. Learn its secrets quickly and pass it on. Hide it for the next person, the way Sadie and I did for you. Then be prepared for your life to get very interesting. Okay, Sadie is telling me to stop stalling and get on with the story. Fine. I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British Museum. My name is Carter Kane. I’m fourteen and my home is a suitcase. You think I’m kidding? Since I was eight years old, my dad and I have traveled the world. I was born in L.A. but my dad’s an archaeologist, so his work takes him all over. Mostly we go to Egypt, since that’s his specialty. Go into a bookstore, find a book about Egypt, there’s a pretty good chance it was written by Dr. Julius Kane. You want to know how Egyptians pulled the brains out of mummies, or built the pyramids, or cursed King Tut’s tomb? My dad is your man. Of course, there are other reasons my dad moved around so much, but I didn’t know his secret back then. I didn’t go to school. My dad homeschooled me, if you can call it “home” schooling when you don’t have a home. He sort of taught me whatever he thought was important, so I learned a lot about Egypt and basketball stats and my dad’s favorite musicians. I read a lot, too—pretty much anything I could get my hands on, from dad’s history books to fantasy novels—because I spent a lot of time sitting around in hotels and airports and dig sites in foreign countries where I didn’t know anybody. My dad was always telling me to put the book down and play some ball. You ever try to start a game of pick-up basketball in Aswan, Egypt? It’s not easy.

The following is a transcript of a digital recording. In certain places, the audio quality was poor, so some words and phrases represent the author’s best guesses. Where possible, illustrations of important symbols mentioned in the recording have been added. Background noises such as scuffling, hitting, and cursing by the two speakers have not been transcribed. The author makes no claims for the authenticity of the recording. It seems impossible that the two young narrators are telling the truth, but you, the reader, must decide for yourself

you can atleast comment to encourage me


stormybucci where u dey?

There'd been others, before Mrs. Hobb scared them away. Like old Mrs. Miller, who'd play peek-a-boo with Chloe and call her Mary. And Mr. Drake, who'd ask weird questions, like whether anyone lived on the moon yet, and most times Chloe didn't know the answer, but he'd still smile and tell her she was a good girl. She used to like coming downstairs and talking to the people. All she had to do was not look behind the furnace, where a man hung from the ceiling, his face all purple and puffy. He never said anything, but seeing him always made Chloe's tummy hurt. "Chloe?" Emily's muffled voice called. "Are you coming?" Mommy would say "Think about the good parts, not the bad." So as Chloe walked down the last three steps, she remembered Mrs. Miller and Mr. Drake and she didn't think about Mrs. Hobb at all . . . or not very much. At the bottom, she squinted into the near darkness.

chloe.i know you can hear me.Emily yelled.
chloe peeled her fingers from the railing and stuck them in her ears.
chloe! i c-can't go in the basement chloe called.i-i'm not allowed.
well,i'm in charge and i say you re' allowed.you are a big girl. chloe made her feet move down one step,the back of throat hurt and made her everything fuzzy,like she was going cry.
chloe sanders,you have five seconds or i'll drag you down here and lock the door.
chloe raced down the steps so fast her feet tumbled into a heap on the landing. she lay there,her ankle throbbing.tears burning in her eyes as she passed into the.basement,with its creek and smells and shadows.And the ghost,Mrs Hobb.

Twelve years Earlier.....
Mom forgot to warn the new Babysitter about the Basement.chloe teetered to the top step, chubby hands reaching up to clutch the both railings,her arms shaking so much she could barely hang on.
Her legs shook,too, the scooby Doo head on her slippers bobbing.
Even her breath shook,puffing like she'd been running.
Chloe?Emily's muffled voice drifted up from the dark basement.
Your mom said the coke's in the cold, but i can't find it.can you come down and help me?
Mommy said she'd told Emily about the basement.chloe was sure.she closed her eyes thought hard.
Before mommy and daddy left for the party,she'd been playing in the Tv room.
Mommy had called and chloe had run into the front where mommy had scooped her up in a hug,laughing when chloe's doll poked her eye.
I see you are playing with princess-I mean pirate Jasmine.Has she rescued poor Aladdin from the evil genie yet? Chloe shook her head then whispered,Did you tell Emily about the basement?
I most certainly did.
No basement for little miss chloe. That door remains closed. When Daddy came around the corner,mummy said.we really need to talk about moving,steve.
Say the word and the sign goes up.
Daddy shuffled chloe's hair.
Be good for Emily,kiddo
and then they were gone.

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