an entry in
OLA Scary Story Contest 2000
The Golden Arm
by Michael, age eight
One day there was an old man. And he had a golden arm. And some one stole it. And a year later he died. And two guys stole it. On holloween the old mans ghost came back and came in to the house. And said were is my golden arm? Were is my golden arm? And the men Got scared. And they ran off. The End