Why would Toni be so anxious to get into a haunted house for? I have no meowing idea and what in the meow Toni was thinking but she seemed really anxious to get in there. Paws’s eyes were huge but he wasn’t going to argue with her and Fuzzy didn’t have a problem with it either. That was weird considering how much Fuzzy had just went through but oh meowy well-
Pawing right along...
The house was strangely placed, it seemed unbalanced. A wind went through the windows and seemed like it the inside was just as windy. The house was three stories and each pawing around movement made the typical creaky sound that gets you all tense and ready to leap 10 feet in the air.
“You proud of yourself?” Paws asked Toni.
“It’s pawsome in here,” she replied looking around. “It’s like a real haunted house!”
Fuzzy shook out her fur and twitched her whiskers. “Meee-huh???” she asked. “It probably is a real haunted house!” she meowed.
“Don’t be silly,” she answered. “It’s just one of those tourist sites.”
Paws and Fuzzy looked at each other, amazed at how Toni was thinking. “Did you get hit on the head?” Paws asked her.
Toni didn’t get a chance to answer bepaws a shining light appeared out of nowhere from upstairs!