These school holidays we went to a caravan park where I met a friend and when we were telling each other stories and she told me one soooooooooooooooooo good that I had to tell the world and the story goes like this:
The man with the bloody finger
Once there was a man in Ancient Rome who was watching T.V. when the phone rang.
He picked it up and the voice at the other end said ” I am the man with the bloody finger I am at your front gate”. The man thought it was just a teen-ager trying to scare him so he continued watching T.V. then the phone rang again and the voice at the other end said ” I am the man with the bloody finger I am at your frount door.” He was a little creeped by this so the man decided to go into bed and read a book. Then he heard a voice that said ” I am the man with the bloody finger I am just out side your bed-room door.” The man was feeling really spooked and scared now and he pulled the covers over his head. He heard the voice and this time the voice said ” I am the man with the bloody finger I am right beside you.” The man carefully peeked out at the man and he said ” Can I borrow a band aid.”
The End
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