I live in a ghost town, by that I don’t mean there’s hardly anyone living here- this place is HAUNTED. The museum has ghosts and the tomb of a mummy is creepy. The other day was life day. I went to the museum and the mummy was alive. You can’t tell me that my hometown isn’t haunted, because it clearly is. Swarming ghosts shaking mummy’s this place I call home is truly haunted to the bone. The other day my sister woke up with a skeleton under her bed and screamed like a howler monkey! Which is very very annoying.