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It was Christmas eve. i was fast asleep. All of a sudden, I heard footsteps downstairs.
And at the same time, head-banging upstairs. Our house was haunted by the ghost of a giant-sized punk!
Why was he here? He just looked at me, and I hid
under my bed in fear that he was about to
share a well known secret
about whether santa claus is real!!!
