恐怖的学校

Mr. F calls me. I go to the old school. He is with a lady. She is a neighbor.

"Something strange is happening," she says. "There were lights in the school." "There are a lot of people in schools," he says. "That is not strange."

"But I see the lights late at night. The school is not open," she says. That is strange. Mr. F and I go into the school. Mr. F is scared.

"There are stories about this school," he says. "They are scary stories. They are ghost stories!" "There are no ghosts," I say.

We hear a sound. "What's that?" asks Mr. F. I don't know. We are walking around. We see something move down the hall. It is a small light.

"It's a ghost," yells Mr. F. I use my flashlight. I see something.

It is not a ghost. It is a woman. She has a flashlight. "Who are you?" we ask.

"I am the janitor," she says. "Why are the lights off?" asks Mr. F.

"I am new," she says. "I can't find the light switch."