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Subject: I can write a bit more now sorry it's a bit rushed........

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Freeda

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Date Posted: 11:10:44 10/11/03 Sat
In reply to: Freeda 's message, "I'm trying to write a story. I'd appreciate your comments" on 14:48:50 10/09/03 Thu

Hansen froze not knowing what to do at that precise moment. "What do you want from me?" The figure came closer to Hansen. He could see it clearly now. Hansen was not very tall and the figure towered over him. ' It's a man' thought Hansen ' but there's something that seems.......' He quashed these thoughts immediately as the figure disappeared into the shadows of the room. The scraping and rustling had gone. Hansen bolted out the door like a frightened colt. He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the sun beam down on his auburn hair. He looked back at the house. "What had he seen in there?" Hansen ran as fast as he could home with the book in his hand.

As Hansen entered the front door he heared the familiar humming of the lawnmower next door and his mother singing as she was baking. He said a polite hello to her and went up to his room cautiously, half expecting a ghost to leap out at him. He opened the door of the room and looked around. Having decided it was safe he entered and sat down. He drummed his fingers nervously on the table. He opened the book and tried to read it. He scanned the yellow pages. He placed it carefully into one of the drawers in his desk The book did not mean anything to him but he knew Mr Daniels would understand it. He just hoped that no one was looking for the book...... TBC

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