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Personal Narrative: A Halloween Doug's Story
One Halloween Doug and I were talking about the purple waves story in the parking lot of Sunset Towers. Then Doug betted me that I couldn't go into the Westing House for 5 mins. Then the bet was on we settled it on Halloween night.

When I saw the sun about to set, I got on my witch costume and began heading to the Hoos door. After Doug and I were in the parking lot we made sure no one was following us. As soon as the coast was clear, Doug and I sprinted to the hill, but it was no surprise when Doug beat me. After we raced up the hill to The Westing House, Doug dashed right behind a huge tree to time me and watched to see how scared I would be. But I wouldn't get scared, and I knew it.

As soon as I got up the hill, I began to get ready.
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