Ghost Horse Blog Archive on October 28, 2010, 13:07

by Cailey G., age 11

I put down the book I was reading. My eyes wide with fear. “It’s just a book,” I whispered to myself, yanking the covers up to my chest.

I shut my eyes as tight as they would shut, and tried my hardest to drift into a deep sleep. But I couldn’t. The mystery and horror swirled around me as I thought about the book.

“This book is for adults, Kayla, are you sure you want it?” my mother had asked me before I bought it.

The old lady at the check-out counter had a evil look in her eyes as I handed her the money.