THE HAUNTED BARN
Well the weekend started off well. we were unloading the car when a bottle of Vimto my son Aaron had shot out of the car and flew up in the air crashing to the ground. We carried on unloading, then settled down to a cup of tea in the large lounge. We all sat together watching the Olympics on TV. There was a sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, we all heard it. The barn was empty except for us being there. It was so realistic the air was cold but there was no one there except us.