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1. Make 4 large groups!

2. Each group will get its own horror story

3. Identify the language features found in the story! Such as Simple past tense, action verb, conjunction time and adjective (No need to list them if they are not in the text)

4. Don't forget to list what group you are in and the names of the members!

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The Abandoned Hospital

In a small town, there was an old hospital that had been abandoned for many years. It was said that strange things happened there at night, and that the ghosts of former patients haunted the halls.

One night, a group of teenagers decided to explore the hospital. They snuck in through a broken window and began to wander through the dark, creepy halls.

As they walked, they heard strange noises and saw shadows moving in the corners of their eyes. Suddenly, they heard a loud scream and saw a ghostly figure running towards them.

Terrified, the teenagers ran for their lives. They managed to escape the hospital, but they never forgot the terror they had experienced that night.

From that day on, the hospital became known as the scariest place in town. Many people claimed to have seen ghosts and heard strange noises coming from the abandoned building.

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The Rusted Gears

The rusted factory loomed like a skeletal giant against the twilight sky. Sarah, her heart thumping a frantic rhythm, adjusted the flashlight in her grip. Local legend painted the place as a tomb for lost souls, the site of a horrific accident years ago. Yet, here she was, fueled by a morbid curiosity and a dare from her friends.

A cold wind rattled the broken windows, the sound like tortured screams. Sarah pushed open a creaking door, the stench of dust and decay assaulting her senses. Inside, colossal machines lay dormant, their silence more unsettling than any whirring gears. Cobwebs draped everything like ghostly shrouds.

As she ventured deeper, a metallic clang echoed through the vast hall. Sarah whipped around, the beam of her light failing to pierce the thick darkness. Her breath caught in her throat. Was it just the wind, or was something moving in the shadows? Panic surged, hot and prickly.

Suddenly, a deafening shriek tore through the air. Sarah stumbled back, dropping the flashlight. The darkness swallowed her whole.  She sprinted, fueled by pure terror, the rusty gears of the factory echoing a chilling symphony of pursuit behind her.

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The Attic Whisperer

Rain lashed against the windows, the wind howling like a banshee. Huddled under a threadbare blanket, ten-year-old Lily devoured a book titled "Ten Terrors That Lurk in the Dark." Each horrifying tale sent shivers down her spine, a delicious mix of fear and fascination.

Suddenly, a sound echoed from the attic, a low, rhythmic scraping. It stopped, then began again, closer this time. Lily froze, her heart hammering against her ribs. In the flickering candlelight, shadows danced on the walls, morphing into monstrous shapes.

The scraping ceased. An unnatural silence descended, heavier than the storm outside. Lily squeezed her eyes shut, tears pricking them. Then, a voice, a raspy whisper, slithered from the attic – wordless, yet filled with a chilling malice.

Lily bolted from her bed, the book clattering to the floor. She didn't dare look back, racing out of her room and down the creaking stairs. The attic whisper lingered, a haunting echo in the darkness, a reminder that some stories are best left untold.

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Porcelain Laughter

The old woman cackled, her voice like dry leaves rustling. "Dolls," she rasped, her bony finger tapping a chipped porcelain face in the dusty display case, "hold more than memories, child."

Ten-year-old Sarah edged closer, her eyes drawn to the collection. Faded finery adorned the dolls, their faces painted in a spectrum of unsettling smiles.

"They hold secrets, whispers from the past," the woman continued, her rheumy eyes gleaming. "Some whispers are best left unheard."

A chill ran down Sarah's spine. The dolls seemed to stare, their painted smiles stretching impossibly wide. A sharp giggle, faint yet distinct, echoed from within the case. Sarah flinched. The old woman chuckled, a low, knowing sound.

That night, tucked under her covers, Sarah couldn't shake the image of the dolls' painted smiles.  A soft giggle, identical to the one from the shop, drifted from somewhere within the room.  Trembling, Sarah squeezed her eyes shut. The whispers, if that's what they were, continued, weaving a chilling story only she could hear.

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KRABS IS A

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alah takpe orang tak tau

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Simple past : was, had been abandoned, happened, haunted, decided, broken, began, heard, saw

Action verb: decided, explore, snuck, heard

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simple past : cackled, rasped, edged, drawn, faded, painted, were

action verb : ran, painted

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Analyze_Group 2 (ichol, huda, sativa, siti)

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Analyze_Group 2 (ichol, huda, sativa, siti)

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Past: Painted, rattled

Verb: loomed, pushed

Conjuxtion time: Yet

ADJECTIVE: ETC