“Race you to that big tree” I shouted to my best
friend called Charlotte. We were running through the wet misty forest until we
came to a small castle ruin in the middle of a cool shallow deserted lake. The
‘miserable’ forest turned out to be a great adventure. We wadded through the
water and peeped inside. The tower was covered all over in wet moss. We stood
there for a minute to get over what we had just seen. The figure stood before
us and said, “What are you looking at me for?” don’t you realize? Don’t you
know? You’re a ghost!
Well done I could really picture your description. Amazing description
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