The Search For Greely DING! DONG! The clock striked tweleve and Oliva Windanap was curled up into a ball in her bed. As she glared through the soggy window a shiver ran up her spine spine as the thunder screeched and as the lightning cracked. Just then the eye had caught something, there in the dictance she saw a tree. It was in a the middle of the church graveyard all alone. It appeared the tree was garmless though it's shape was rather a creeper. The next morning when Oliva woke up she did her nomal routine then went downstairs
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