"And none of us have that long hair." Peter frowned.
The four entered the pad. Micky went to turn on the lights, but they wouldn't come on.
"They must be out because of the storm we just had." Mike guessed.
"Well we better find some flashlights. Who knows when the lights'll come back on." Davy pointed out.
After finding a flashlight the four went to find a place to sit down.
"This is going to be boring." Peter pouted.
Micky grinned. "I know! Let's tell ghost stories."
"I'll go first." Davy said grinning evilly.
He held the flashlight up to his face.
"Creepy." Micky grinned.
"There was this-"
"You need to pluck your eyebrows Davy." Peter said.
Davy sighed. "Yes Peter." Then smiled. "There was this house in England-"
"Which part of England?" Peter asked.
"What does it matter?" Davy asked.
"Well if we ever go to England, I want to know where the house is so I can avoided."
Davy sighed again. "Um...Manchester."
"Oh go on."
"There was this house in England-"
Peter interupted Davy again. "What'd it look like?"
"Peter would you let me finish!" Davy cried.
"Well I need to know what it looks like so if I ever see it, I won't go inside it!"
Micky stifled a laugh. Mike even had hard time keeping a straight face.
"You can't tell Peter a story. You'd think Davy would know that by now." Micky whispered.
Mike laughed.
"It was a big brick house okay?"
"Oh okay. Go on Davy." Peter grinned.
Davy sighed. "Thank you. Anyway...what was I saying?"
"A big creepy house in Manchester." Micky laughed.
"Oh yeah. There was this big, creepy house in Manchester that all us kids were afraid of-"
"Why?" Peter asked.
Micky faught hard to hide his laughter at Davy's annoyed looking face.
"I'm getting to it!" Davy barked.
"When?" Peter innocently asked.
Davy groaned. "Anyway we were afraid of the house because you see" Davy lowered his voice making it sound creepy. "It was cursed."
Micky grinned. "This story's getting really good man."
Davy grinned. "Thank you. See if you entered the house. You never came back."
"Why?" Peter frowned.
"Let him get to it!" Micky cried.
He had tears rolling down his cheeks from fighting back his laughter.
"So one day being the daredevil I am I skipped school you see-"
"You skipped school?! I'm very disappointed in you David! Did you get in trouble?" Peter asked sounding a little mad.
"NO!"
"Peter. Shh!" Mike hushed.
"Oh sorry. Go on." Peter grinned.
"Thank you." Davy groaned.
"You're welcome." Peter still grinned.
"I went in the house. And that's when I saw it. A woman in a mirror. She-"
Peter screamed. "We have a mirror in the bathroom! What if she's there!"
"She won't be!"
"Go on Dave! This story is getting good." Mike said leaning forward.
"So she seen me and grabbed me by the arms and-"
Peter ran from the room screaming. Micky hit the floor laughing hysterically.
"Peter!" Mike yelled running after him.
"So what else happened?" Micky asked.
"I don't know. I made it up." Davy said.
"I know that! But-"
"Someone needs to go get Peter!" Mike groaned.
"I will. He's proubly in our old room." Davy sighed.
"And from here on in. No more scary stories." Mike groaned.