I found a house. Since I didn't want to be caught by the ghost, I walked up the creaky steps. I opened the door. The door fell off its hinges. I walked inside the door. I went up the inside steps. The top step broke, and it's a good thing I had my sharp cane, so I could get off of the steps before I fell.
I was walking my white cat named Snowball, and right in front of us, a black cat with gleaming, angry eyes was showing its claws.
Snowball was not scared. She scratched the cat right on its back. And Snowball won. The black cat with dripping ectoplasm was a witch-cat named Ecto.
Good thing Snowball didn't slip in the ectoplasm!