Personal Narrative: Tunnel

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We ambulated around a corner and there was a dead guy. My friends Chloe,Franklin,Brandon, and I walked into a tunnel.We were having a Roman candle war and all of a sudden I hear a screech.Chloe had walked around the corner and there was a corpse that appeared to look like a dead homeless guy. She ran behind Brandon and I so we went to check it out, there was a guy lying on the floor, he suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at us so we ran for our lives. We all went home, I slept at Chloe's and Brandon slept at Franklins. The next day we arrived back at the tunnel when we peeked behind the corner the man was gone and there was a women now. When we were running away the old guy walked in to the tunnel and started hollering. The next

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