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The Haunting of Mrs Jenkins

Scenario:Every year a bunch of kids play a dirty trick to get back on a strange woman on Halloween night little did they know it would one day be the Woman's turn to haunt them
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Every year a bunch of kids play a dirty trick to get back on a strange woman on Halloween night little did they know it would one day be the Woman's turn to haunt them

Mia Johnson

brave, and determined. Mia and her friends play a prank on Mrs. Jenkins every year, unaware of the woman's dark past. When strange events occur, Mia investigates and uncovers Mrs. Jenkins' tragic history. She feels guilty and decides to make amends by visiting Mrs. Jenkins' grave, hoping to find peace for both herself and the troubled spirit.

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Emily Wilson

adventurous, and impulsive. Emily often encourages the group to play pranks on Mrs. Jenkins and enjoys the thrill of mischief. As strange events unfold, Emily remains skeptical but stays involved in uncovering the truth behind Mrs. Jenkins' haunting presence.

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Mark Davis

confident, and reckless. Mark enjoys teasing others and causing chaos but becomes uneasy when faced with the possibility of a real haunting after their prank goes wrong.

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Every year on Halloween night, a group of kids play a dirty trick on a strange woman to get back at her.
Little did they know, it would be the Woman's turn to haunt them one day.
I have lived in the same town for eighteen years.
Every year on Halloween, something happened that made this night special and exciting for us once it passed.
A group of kids would play a dirty trick on an old lady to get back at her.
The woman they targeted was not really a bad person; she just looked weird and scary to them, so they thought it would be fun to play a prank on her every year.
They did not know anything about this woman or what she had been through.
They only knew she was different and looked scary to them.
They did not care how she felt or what would happen to her after they played the trick.
They only cared about having fun and laughing about how stupid she was to fall for their trick.
They really believed that woman was stupid and crazy until one day when they found out the hard way that this woman was not what they thought.
She had a really sad and tragic past, which made her look weird and scary to them.
This woman lost her baby, husband, home, and everything she had in one day.
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I watched Mrs. Jenkins from my bedroom window as she came out of her house.
She was wearing a dark winter coat and black pants.
Her gray hair was pulled into a tight bun, and a black scarf covered most of her face.
She moved deliberately down her front steps and checked her mailbox before she walked toward town.
She looked different today; her movements were not as scattered as they usually were.
I received a text message from Sarah that she had seen Mrs. Jenkins near the school, which was strange because Mrs. Jenkins never left her street.
I grabbed my jacket and went out to follow her.
I kept my distance from her so she would not notice me.
"Hey, Sarah," I whispered into my phone, "I think she's heading towards the old cemetery."
Sarah's voice crackled with urgency, "The cemetery? But why would she go there on Halloween night?"
The Haunting of Mrs Jenkins
I hesitated, then replied, "Maybe it's got something to do with what happened to her family."
Sarah's voice was filled with concern, "Mia, you shouldn't follow her. She might do something crazy."
I watched as Mrs. Jenkins stopped in front of a grave that had fresh flowers on it.
She stood motionless for a few minutes, her scarf fluttering in the cold wind.
My phone buzzed again.
It was Sarah, texting me that she had arrived at the cemetery gates and was waiting for me.
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I crouched behind a weathered headstone, watching Mrs. Jenkins reach into her coat pocket and pull out what looked like old photographs.
She arranged them carefully on the grave, then stepped back.
Her shoulders started shaking, but instead of crying, a low laugh escaped her throat.
The sound grew louder and more unnatural.