As a few of my friends and I were walking down the road by the Lidtke Mill, we suddenly saw a shadowy image in the window. We then went in the Mill. Walking in, we heard strange sounds, screams. All we wanted to know is if it was real or if someone was playing a cruel joke on us. When we realized that there was a fire back in 1894, we did not know if anybody was killed in the fire or not.
As we walked, the screams got louder and louder. We were walking around and saw writing in bold. We tried reading it but could not figure out what it said. So we just kept walking along, still hearing the bloody screams. I started to wonder if anybody knew about the fire. That night when we went home, I tried to find something about the fire but couldn’t. …show more content…
I found one book that could have had some information about the Mill. I asked some kids at school and, they said they didn’t even know there was a fire their.
A couple weeks later with no information what so ever, I went back to the Mill. However I did not go alone. As we walked in the screaming began again. But this time it was worse. And there wasn’t just one scream, but several. Like if there was several people killed then. But ignoring them wasn’t a choice. We kept walking, and then landed in the same spot we did a couple weeks ago, where the message was, but the message wasn’t there. Then we suddenly heard voices. Voices that were scratchy, and deep. We left after that ‘cause that’s all we could
As we walked, the screams got louder and louder. We were walking around and saw writing in bold. We tried reading it but could not figure out what it said. So we just kept walking along, still hearing the bloody screams. I started to wonder if anybody knew about the fire. That night when we went home, I tried to find something about the fire but couldn’t. …show more content…
I found one book that could have had some information about the Mill. I asked some kids at school and, they said they didn’t even know there was a fire their.
A couple weeks later with no information what so ever, I went back to the Mill. However I did not go alone. As we walked in the screaming began again. But this time it was worse. And there wasn’t just one scream, but several. Like if there was several people killed then. But ignoring them wasn’t a choice. We kept walking, and then landed in the same spot we did a couple weeks ago, where the message was, but the message wasn’t there. Then we suddenly heard voices. Voices that were scratchy, and deep. We left after that ‘cause that’s all we could