by
Peter
hat big house down the road was haunted. Nobody could live in it. The door was never locked. But nobody ever went in. Nobody would even spend a night in it. Several people had tried but came running out pretty fast.One night a man was going along that road on his way to the next village. He noticed that the sky was blackening. There was no moon. No stars either. There was a big storm coming for sure. He had a long way to go. He knew he couldn't get home before it poured. So he decided stay in that empty house by the road. He heard it was haunted. "Yeah right," he thought, "who believes in ghosts? There's no such thing". So he went in. He built a nice fire, pulled up a chair and sat down to read a book. Outside, thunder crashed and lightning struck. But he sat there, reading. It started to pour now too. Soon he heard something and looked up from his book. He saw a little gray cat sitting on the floor. That was all right, he thought. He went back to his book. Soon he heard the door creak and a big black cat came in. The first cat looked up. "What we goin' to do with him?" "Wait till Martin comes," said the other one. The man went right on reading, not for one moment wondering why the cats could talk. Soon he heard the door creak again and another great big black cat, as big as a dog, came in. "What we goin' to do with him?" said the first cat. "Wait till Martin comes." The man was awfully scared now. But he kept looking at his book, pretending to be reading. But soon he heard the door creak and a great big black cat, as big as a calf, came in. He stared at the man. "Shall we do it now?" he said. "Wait till Martin comes," said the others. The man just leaped out of the chair, and out the window and down the road. "Tell Martin I couldn't wait!" he yelled.
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