The Bookshelf

A man named Henry, who was a builder, was walking home one day

and saw a bookshelf was in a front-yard, he needed one in his house for all his

books.So Henry went home, got his pick-up truck, and put the bookshelf in

it. When he got home, Henry put the bookshelf in a corner and started putting

books in and went to sleep, little did he know that the bookshelf was haunted.

the next day he hired a maid to dust, and left. When Henry got back from work

he noticed something, the house was a wreck! Henry looked around for the maid,

but she was missing, and the bookshelf moved to the kichen. Henry knew he

only had one thing to do, so he used his super-strength to yeet the bookshelf to

the sun.

 

THE END

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