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The Rusty Old Knife

By Sam Chapman

Once upon a time there was a very small man. He lived in a wooden cabin in the woods. His most prized possession was a rusty old knife (he was very poor). One night at midnight he heard a noise in the kitchen so he went down to investigate. He didn’t see anyone so he went back up to bed.

At the top of the stairs he saw a figure. It had a black, long, scraggly beard, an eye-patch over one eye and the small man’s rusty old knife. The oddest thing was that he was slightly transparent. The very small man was so scared he fell down the stairs. The ghost glided down after him.

“GET OUT! eiiaiioo…” wailed the ghost. The ghost advanced on the very small man. “LEAVE NOW! eiiaiioo…” screamed the ghost.

The ghost had the very small man cornered now. “OUT! eiiaiioo…” hollered the ghost.

Then the very small man saw a vase of roses. “Ghosts hate roses” he thought, so he threw a rose at the ghost. The rose hit him in the face.

“eeiiiaaiiioooo…” shouted the ghost, and he disappeared in a puff of smoke. The rusty old knife clattered to the floor.

The End