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The Most Horrible Day in South Hill
Early one Saturday morning, there was hardly any
traffic on the street when I heard screaming
coming from Mr Reds’ house. The screams grew
louder and louder and echoed through the
stillness of the morning. The screams were loud
and mournful, just like a wolf howling. Then, I
heard a very loud BANG!
I rushed outside to see what was happening. I ran
as fast as I could to Mr Reds’ house and knocked
on his door. Mr Reds snarled, “What do you
want? I am in the middle of something!”
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