Alone one dark winter's night, Emily was sleeping cosy under her bed covers, when she heard a banging on the door. She got out of bed and shivered to the door. Emily opened the door and stepped onto the front porch, looking around. But nothing was there...
Emily strolled around her little cottage to see if anything was there. She got back to her old ragged door and she was certain nothing was there. Suddenly she heard a noise. She thought it was a ghost but she knew ghosts didn't exist.
BANG!!! The door slammed behind her. Emily turned around and started thumping on the door. "Let me in, let me in!" but it was no good. Finally she had an idea. She went around her house and looked through the window, but the curtains were shut. Then she heard the same noise that she had already heard. Now she was positive it was a ghost.
She sat down on the dirty porch. When dawn was just breaking the door slowly creaked open. She cheered, "YES!" She walked in and suddenly, she saw her dead great