Theres this myth or legend in oakwell hall.I cant really remember it all.On a cold winter night,this man who went to London for gambling, he told his mum he would come back. But he never did.He had an accident (i think it was a crash with the horse carts) and the door opened and blood footsteps came to the bedroom and stopped. and thats all i know :)
Dont you think that you use some of your imaganation so a little bit fiction?
Mabye copy some little ideas of the past like the Great Fire Of London!
That would make a perfect story!
From Connie
P.S: I wanna be an author when I’m older and illustrate my OWN books!
