"There was this old lady that lived down the street, she waved to me every day I went to school and came home, she seemed so nice she always smiled, she said her name was Anne and always wore the same white dress. One day some people moved in to the house and I asked them what happened to the lady that always waved to me went and the said “the last person to live there was murdered 50 years ago her name was Anne”.
"As the night grew darker, the screams got louder, I knew I couldn’t hide in my closet forever. Suddenly the screaming stops, and I know I’m next, the closet door opens shinning the bright light in my eyes, in this moment I know there’s no one left to save me from this dark figure in front of me."
"Once upon a time their was this girl and she loved to ride bike past this abandoned house. One day the house house rose and black smoke was coming out left and right zombies were appearing and they stole the girl and she was never to be seen again..........die end."