n the town of Acton, lived a child. He was a nine year old rich kid. He was on the top list of Hollywoods most wanted, and was very snobby. He had 16 servants and 12 cooks.

"Moree!" the boy said. His sixth servant rushed over to him. "Yes, Mr. Morre?" The boy gave his usual snobbish face to her. "Bring me to my computer." ten servants picked up his chair he was sitting on and ran it to the 10 foot monitored computer. He typed in his website, "MichealMorre.org". The website showed all the future movies he'de be starring in.

He played in a game of Hollywood Horror. Then, as he got into the haunted house, Micheal felt wierd. The giant computer quiverd. Micheal looked around. None of his servants were there. He closed his eyes and screamed. When he opened his eyes, not to find a nice comfy mansion, but a giant graveyard. Then, he looked in back of him. He saw a giant mansion with vines spreading all over the walls. It started to rain. "Oh, I guess I should go inside." Mike said.

He ran over to the mansion and opened the door. As soon as Mike set foot inside the mansion, he fell threw a trap door. "Whaaahooo!" Mike smiled." Then, he landed on top of somebody. "Yikes!" the person yelped. "Ahhh!!" Mike yelled. The boy that was already down there said, "Ohh, hi. I'm Jerry. Did you get trapped in Hollywood Horror, too?" Mike thought, "How could he get in my website. You need to know the password. Unless..." "Jerry Finns?" Mike asked. Jerry nodded. "I'm Mike Morre!"

Jerry's eyes lit up and he smiled. "Finally, another celebrity! We can escape now! The game says you can only escape if you have two famous people!" Mike looked confused. "Put your hand in there." Jerry pointed to a place where you're supposed to put your hand in. Mike lifted is hand and put it in the hole. The tube he slided down now turned into a set of stairs. They walked up the stairs and turned left. "Now, both of us at the same time can step on the door carpet. It'll open. 1...2...3."

They both lifted thier foot at the same time and the door flung open, almost hitting them.

"Now, we have to take care of the monsters."

A booth raised from next to the door. "Just what we need. Ghosts are afraid of vacuumes and flashlights, so let's take these."

Mike and Jerry each grabbed a flashlight and a vacuum cleaner. They sucked up all the little ghosts, but here was their survive test. They had to take on the ghost captain! The two boys exchanged glances and nodded. They turned the vaccuum too mountain and flashlights on high. The ghost swerved and looked like it had been doing this for about a million years.

"Let's turn the vacuum up to 'Space'." Mike nodded. They put the vacuum on to the highest gear and the flashlight on turbo. They turned thier stuff on, accidently, at the same time, and the ghost looked scared. He held onto the nearest branch, but it just went right threw it. He was sucked into the vacuums and the two vaccuums were put into the the anti-ghost barrel.

"We did it!" Mike said. They gave a high five. "Goodbye, Mr. Morre, it's been fun!" He dissapeared. So did Mike.

That day, Mike learned the values of team work, and friendship.