I had swung the door open even before Benny had rang the doorbell, like usual. He asked if I wanted to go to the swamp, I went and asked my dad if I could and he grunted in acknowledgment so I went and grabbed a pack filled it with food and drinks and of course snacks. Then we left and I grabbed my bike, it felt so good to ride through the rain even though it was just a sprinkle now. We called the swamp a swamp because it was always so damp and the ground always sank as you walked on it like a swamp, then I thought, like the swamp from the story! It was actually called the woods but we never call it that.

We reached the swamp finally and then, this is where it all started, just Benny, me, and the swamp. We put our bikes down and walked into the swamp, what was about to happen within these trees that Benny and I were totally oblivious to would change our lives forever… if we even lived through it that is. We were walking straight into a trap set up just perfectly waiting for us. Incidentally enough, it had bee waiting for over three hundred years… three hundred years ago, my Great-Great-Great Grandfather had been murdered and his body found in… this swamp.
We went exploring for a long time, so long that by the time we checked our watches, it had been three hours since we left and we still decided to keep exploring. Sadly enough, when we decided it was time to go back, we couldn’t remember where back was. We were lost. Then it happened, we heard a soft music coming from far off we were so entranced by it that both of us just in a trance walked towards the source of the music. Before long we found… a river surrounded by rocks, just like in the story, and just like where my Great-Great-Great Grandfather was murdered. Then we saw a harp on top of one of the rocks, “Run!” I screamed, but too late, the harp started playing the awful music and we were actually lucky enough to dodge all of the hands reaching out for us and we looked back up to where the harp was and saw none other than the ghost murderer, standing beside his harp. I was able to draw a clue that my ancestor had murdered him so he wanted to destroy my entire family, and Benny’s family too, his ancestor had helped. So here we were and we ran away like a mad cow trying to escape mad cow disease. We made it and we decided not to go back into that swamp again… ever.