I walked the dog after dinner last night and when ıt was time to return home, I decided to take a shortcut through the woods. On the edge of the wood stood a haunted house. When I walked past the house, I heard a strange noise. Suddenly… My dog Barley, started to smell the floor.

He pulled me to the haunted house - He’s a Labrador, stronger than me- so he can pull me. He entered to the haunted house and started digging.  About 25 seconds later he found a bone. “Ah! I thought that you found something…”
I said and waited; “Tha… that’s no-not a bone; that… that’s a Ske-skeleton!”
Suddenly, I thought that it’s a magical house and ran as fast as I can, but it was too late because the door was locked. I remembered the window which was in the attic. If we went there maybe we could escape from the house.
I pulled Barley (or he pulled me) to the stairs. Suddenly a ghost attacked me; but when it saw me (my face) it finished attacking and apologized to me.
“Why did you stop to attack me?” I asked.
“You are not looking like a bad person.” the ghost said. “And I thought you were trying to go out-the door is locked. I am sorry; it wasn’t a good meeting for us. Let’s meet again? My name is Mike.”
 “Just like my brother’s name. But he’s dead. Now any way, my name is Jack. Nice to meet you.” I said.
“Me, too.” The ghost said. “Before you go, may I show you around?”
“Ok.” I said. We beamed to the 1st floor. A chimpanzee guided us to the gate. The other side of the gate was a ghost palace. Luckily, there was a best–dog–race in the palace this day; and the ghost king, King Carl, was giving an AEROPLANE to the first. We joined the race.
When it was our turn Barley walked on its two legs and jumped 3 meters high – but the jury didn’t care about them, she cared about Barley (that’s because he’s not a ghost) so we won!
We got the aeroplane and opened “BARLEY AIRLINES”!
Anyway, then we beamed to the 2nd floor. There was a luxurious restaurant, and its chef was a dragon. Mike (The ghost) ordered me “pudingo (pudding with ghosty gum). He said that it’s their traditional dessert. It was really delicious and I suggest you to eat it.
At last; we went to the attic. ”Your dog is really brave.” Said Mike.
“Normally he doesn’t love strangers and he barks but he loved you.” I said. When I said this, Mike became sad and serious;
“I must say you something Jack… I’m not a stranger to you…” Mike said.
“What do you mean Mike?” I asked and felt terrible. Mike spoke again;
“I am your BROTHER!...”