The “ghost” story

hey i m at home all day. school's starting and so many things to do later. so while i had the time, i decided to rite this lame story. okay, let's hope that my leg healed up quickly :p (just another lame joke!) aniway, any ideas on what presents and cards to give our 2 leos? someone give mi ideas! n we are not going 2 esplande i think miss wenya. n i noe u wat a special gift. maybe you giv mi ideas for xinying's present and xinying giv mi ideas 4 wenya's gift? others please give mi ideas!!!
okay, i m nagging...

on with the"ghost" story

“Hey, are you sure you want to go to the toilet now?” a girl whispered to another girl besides her.
“Yeah, Helen. I need to get the comb I left there this morning. I only bring one. And this is the nearest toilet from the campsite,” the other girl just replied softly.
“But, Anna, the senior just told us of the scary ghost story just now. Then you want to come here? Aren’t you scared?” Helen asked again as she gripped Anna’s hand tightly.
“I know! That’s why I ask you to come with me! Didn’t you just tell the senior that you aren’t afraid of anything?” Anna hissed yet she too was gripping Helen’s hand tightly in fear.
“Well, that was just saying before I look at this place in the dark,” Helen retorted, “look at how dark the place is. We can’t even see clearly, what’s in front of us with the torchlight. We might slam into a wall or tree if we are not careful.”
“Yeah, and the wind is blowing too much,” Anna whispered as they approached the toilet slowly.
“Hey, remembered what the senior says?” Helen asked as they finally reached the door of the toilet.
“Yeah, she says something like on a windy night. There is a girl around our age in her nightdress in the toilet. Only that this girl don’t have a head,” Anna whispered in a trembling voice.
“And the girl is yelling for help, looking for her head,” Helen continued softly, “I’m scared now, Anna.”
“Yeah, me too. But it was just a story right?” Anna gave Helen a smile that says Anna’s very scared.
“Let’s just get that hairbrush and get out of here!” Helen said as she reached out and opened the door.
The girls froze for a minute. Then they let out screams of terror and ran away, yelling incoherent words of “ghost!”
“Wait! Help! The black sweater’s buttons had tangled with my hair and my nightdress’s zip! I can’t see and it covered my head! Help me untangle it!” the “ghost” yelled.