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The Spooky Tree

Once upon a time, there were three boys named Charlie, Henry, and Sebastian — but in this story, we will call him Baz.

Baz had just turned two. Charlie had turned seven somewhat recently, and Henry, who was the middle child, had turned four quite a while ago.

One day, they were walking through the woods when they saw a really thick, tall tree. The tree was about 11 m thick and about 150 m tall. They gaped at it.

Then Charlie says, “Is that a door in the trunk of that tree?”
Henry said, “He—he’s right!”
And Baz said, “Yep.”

They opened the door, and then they finally came into a hallway after walking through the door. They walked down it, and then they saw three doors at the end of the hallway.

They opened one of them — one had a staircase up.
They opened another one — it had a ramp up.
And they looked at the other door, and it had a ladder down.

So they decided, based on their ages, which one each would go into each door..

Henry went up the stairs, Baz went up the ramp, and Charlie went down the ladder.

And when Henry came out, he saw a hall. He walked down the hall until he saw a strange shadow. That shadow was large. He looked where the shadow was coming from, but he didn't see anything.

Then, under a door at the end of the hall,  he could see through the crack under it,  and he saw a ghostly white light.

He jumped back, and the door flung open. There was a white, floating, misty shape. It zoomed out.

Meanwhile, Baz had just reached the top of the ramp. He saw at the end a spookily lit room. It had columns and arches, and—and there were strange lights coming from the windows.

Baz said, “This is weird.”
And then finally a giant slimy wet beast jumped from the shadows and landed on him.

Meanwhile, Charlie was still climbing down the ladder until he finally, finally reached the bottom.

He saw an basement with creaking floorboards and a door at the end that no doubt led to a closet.

And then that door burst open. A cloud of bats swarmed over him, and then they came up the small gap in the wall where the ladder was, and no doubt went zooming out of the front door.

Then Charlie opened the closet door a little way, and jumped back when he saw what was inside.

It was a skeleton with feet the size of a chair. His head, the size of a table. His body, the size of a whole porch and his toes each the size of a small shrub.

Charlie ran, but then the skeleton jumped at him and wrapped his hands around Charlie's legs and lifted them up into the air.

Meanwhile, Henry struggled out of, out from under the ghostly foggy thing. He realized that it was a ghost.

It lunged at him again and it was slightly floating. Then everything went black.

Baz was arm wrestling with the huge monster, when it roared and jumped over the table and knocked him unconscious

Chapter 2

Charlie was dangling by his legs at skeleton's eye level now. He wriggled and jiggled, trying to get himself free, but it was no use. He was trapped.

The skeleton laughed, with his giant slashing jaws, when—bang!—he fell apart.

Charlie saw that his brothers had rescued him, with their opponents (the ghost and the monster) chained to the wall.

They all climbed up the ladder and ran out of the tree, and they never came back.

But little did they know that there were more adventures just waiting to be found.

The End.

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