The haunted house on Cricket street

It was a nice sunny day, I was going for a walk to the park, everthing was going as planed until I  had to walk past Cricket street. Not very many people lived on Cricket street but the people who did say that cupboards open by themselfs and doors slam in the middle of the night.  But there is one man his name is Mr Tone. He's been living in the old house at the very end of the street for ninty eight years now. Thats a lot, its hard to believe that he's lived that long. Know one really knows him or have seen him but the people who did see Mr Tone say that he was tall and slim with a grumpy face. They say that they only see him on his porch and doesnt move for about five minutes until he decides to go back inside. I stand in the middle of the road staring at the streets, the fog swirls around me I try to keep on walking but theres something about that street that makes you want to explore it and thats exactly whats happening to me. I walk down the street disappearing into the fog. Its been about half an hour and I come to Mr Tones house the door opens and I see a figure.It's him! I jump into some bushes wanting to see him for myself. He comes out onto his porch I see him he looks more ghostly then human then it all makes sence to me. People only see him on his porch no where else and he doesnt move for five minutes straight and he does the same thing everyday at the exact same time I realise he really is a ghost I wait for him to go back inside and then walk back up the street and back home. In the morning I wake up and look out the window and there he is staring right at me.
The end
By Lola