I left my composition there.

Whenever people talk about my grandmother, I will think of the wonderful and unforgettable days when I lived in my grandmother's house. There is one thing I will never forget. do you want to hear them? Yes, I'll tell you!

I clearly remember it was an autumn when I was eight years old. During the winter vacation, I stayed at my grandmother's house, where I quickly formed a "doll gang" and successfully became a "king" (because I am the oldest among them, it is natural to be a "king"). My gang also made me a bamboo stick and told me to hold it in my hand. When I saw it, I was shocked and said, "Oh dear! I'm not a beggar's sect leader. Why should I use a dog stick? The children all whispered, "This is the king's." "。 It's always like this on TV. Whoever takes this stick is king. "In order to make them obey me, I reluctantly accepted it.

One day, they told me mysteriously, "We have a haunted house here. At night, the ghosts in the haunted house came out. Very scary, even adults are afraid. " I never believe in ghosts and gods. I really wanted to see them when they said it, but they didn't want to go with me. I ordered them as the "master" and they had to do it.

That night, I took them into a farm tool room near the haunted house. Think of it as our "camp". I stood at the only window in the room and became suspicious of the haunted house. It used to be a warehouse, but later a new big warehouse was built and the warehouse was abandoned. It's dark inside, so I can't see anything. "It's really scary," I said from the window. I told the gang to wait for me at the camp, and I went alone. I coughed a few times to encourage myself and strode forward.

Forty meters, thirty-five meters, thirty meters ... getting closer and closer, my heart is pounding. Suddenly there was a "squeak …" sound from the haunted house. I was just about to run back, but on second thought, didn't I make them laugh by going back like this? No, we can't make them laugh. I pulled myself together and walked on. The sound is getting louder and louder, the distance is getting smaller and smaller, and my heart is almost jumping out. I thought: never go back, or they will laugh and say. I slammed into the haunted house to turn on the light, and the mice on the ground fled in panic. The original "ghosts" are these mice. There is a small piece of oil left in the warehouse, which has not been moved. The smell of oil attracted greedy mice, and the sound made by mice when eating oil was mistaken for "ghosts". ?

Afterwards, grandma's children called me "cold and bold", and I felt extremely proud and proud. There, I left a good memory.