Hailey and the Haunted House

Hailey and the Haunted House

Short story by Iris Carden and special guest author Johanna (aged 8)

Hailey had a magical bed. Each night it took her to a different strange and interesting place.

One night, Hailey woke up during the night to find she was in a very dark, very creepy room, not a nice room like her bedroom.

She went out of the room, and down the stairs.

In a lounge room downstairs, she found four skeletons sitting on a couch, watching television. There were two big skeletons and two little skeletons.

“Hello,” Hailey said. “My magic bed brought me to your house.”

The little skeletons jumped up and tried to hide behind the big skeletons, and Hailey could hear their bones rattling as they shook in fear.

“It’s all right,” one of the big skeletons said. “It’s just a skeleton.”

“Yes,” said the other, “but it’s got meat and skin on it. That’s all. But we can fix that.”

“Yes,” said the first big skeleton. “Stay still little skeleton, we can fix you. We just have to take the meat and the skin off.”

“Oh no,” said Hailey. “I like having more of me on top of my skeleton. Please don’t try take off my meat and skin.”

“Oh that’s just not right,” said the first skeleton. “You can’t be in our haunted house with your meat and skin on.”

“No, not right at all,” said the second skeleton.

Hailey turned and ran back up the stairs trying to get back to her magic bed. The two big skeletons were chasing her.

They had almost caught her, when she heard a big, booming voice yelling, “Stop!”

Hailey and the skeletons all stopped and turned to face the thing that had yelled. It was a big ghost with a crown on its head.

“I am the Ghost King,” the big ghost said. “And I won’t let you hurt this human girl. Human girl, you don’t belong in this haunted house. I am sending you home.”

Everything went black, and then Hailey woke up in her magical bed, in her own room.

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By Iris Carden

Iris Carden is an Australian indie author, mother, grandmother, and chronic illness patient. On good days, she writes. Because of the unpredictability of her health, she writes on an indie basis, not trying to meet deadlines. She lives on a disability support pension now, but her ultimate dream is to earn her own living from her writing.

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