Spøgelses historie (engelsk) {{forumTopicSubject}}

Heej jeg skal skrive en engelsk spøgelses historie, men gider ikke skrive videre på den hvis den ikke er god så her kommer indledningen......
Giv gerne kritik og kommentarer eller påpeg stavefejl ! ;D

The sky was grey. Almost black. The sunbeams could not get through the big clouds of darkness, but Mr. Marrow does not care. He was a man who not believed in ghost stories, not even when they were most clear. Friday the 13th meant nothing to him; a ghost was a movie with Demi More and an alien, an alien was a thing who only lived in the children fantasy. Something he truly lacked.
Jean Marrow had a family. He had a wife. He had a lovely boy. He had a house. He had a life. Something he lost year after year on Friday the 13th. However, he did not notice. It was all… just Coincidences…
The ignorant man was not rich; he had not a great job. He was not special in any way he was just unlucky. He was just born at the wrong time, in the wrong hour, at the wrong day, in the wrong month, in the wrong year. However, in his eyes its still just was coincidences.


Taak !

// Malene ;D