I was walking around the neighborhood when I saw a ghost. It had a black body and a white face. I decided to take him home because he seemed nice. My mom and dad were scared when he came in. He stayed for dinner. He spoke in a strange language and he talked about how he ate people.

Then he wanted to eat us. I knew that when he bit my finger. We killed him by touching him because he hates when humans touch him. It is difficult to kill someone who is already dead. Then, we ate him with our toes, and he tasted like garbage. It tasted horrible.

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