Levine2

= Levine Group 2=

The Harp  By: Claudia, Eric and Kailey   There was once a small town in Washington called Ceek. On one rainy, August day in 1970, a man named Charlie was walking his dog in the forest. Charlie’s dog started barking and pulled him towards a river. He heard a beautiful sound coming from a harp on the other side of it. Charlie tried to cross the river and examine the magical harp, but something almost like a force field was stopping him. He called the police, a detective and other random people right away to investigate the harp. The detective, named George, told everybody to go behind some trees because he was going to spray something that takes away the force field and it could not get on people. Once he sprayed it, and he made sure nobody was looking, he secretly crossed the river towards the harp. After looking very closely at the harp, he was sure it was playing all by itself. “So it’s true”, he thought, “it’s really true.” Then, George touched the harp and, right away, fell dead.  Twenty years after the first sighting of the mysterious harp, a person went back to the river. This person was a kid and one of the random people when Charlie found the harp. His name was Frank. The harp was still playing the same song it was playing twenty years ago. He ran home to tell his wife, Mary. She said, “That harp could be dangerous, Frank. Please, just don’t go back there again.” Even though Frank loved his wife, and cared about what she said, he could not resist going back to the river and harp the next day.  When Frank got to the river, there was a strange man sitting not too far from the harp and, the harp was not playing. The man looked very dirty, old and hungry. He was skinny, wearing rags, and had a very odd hat on. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” Frank asked. “My name is Joseph. I-I-I am l-looking for my f-f-friend. I come here sometimes because I have no home.” Frank was a little suspicious of Joseph so he decided to camp out by river, where he would not be seen by Joseph but he could hear the harp playing if it did. That night, Frank was woken up by talking. “No, please!” Frank heard, “Please, spare me!” That voice sounded like Joseph’s, but then the voice changed. “Joseph!” The voice sounded like a scratchy yell. “No please, give me another day! I will try.” Joseph pleaded. “One more day.” the scratchy voice said.  The next day, Frank was too scared to go to the river, so he went to work. When he got home, he saw footprints in his house. They lead to his bedroom. On the floor, Mary lay dead with Joseph’s hat right next to her.  Frank got over his fear about the river. Now, anger flowed through him. He wanted to get back at Joseph! He went back to the river. There was a ghost playing the harp, and Joseph’s dead body was floating in the river. “Who are you?” Frank asked. “I’m Joseph’s”, the ghost looked down at Joseph’s body, “friend.”      