Write a rough draft and a normal story about a haunted house with Spooky, creaky, scary, creepy, cursed, dark, black, loud, crackly, tilted, lots of room and Ghosts, zombies, vampire, bats, ghouls, moving furniture, mice, spirits, skeleton, pictures, spiders, jars of insides
plz it is due by 11am
Only a haunted house no people like Mia or something OK thx

See explanation below, please.

Explanation:

No one should have come to the Windstrom Haunted House party that year, but you know how it is. You just loved to break the rules at any and every possible opportunity. But this night was not the night for that. In fact, it was not the night for anyone, especially you.

But you put on your costume-a witch, of course- and traveled with some friends. You'd've forgotten their names by now, wouldn't you? Still, you all went together.

When you all arrived at the haunted house, the decorations seemed to pop out of a stage-like figure. Slime oozed from cracks in the walls, and monster props like the werewolves and ghosts were glowing.

You rubbed your hands together devilishly. This was your kind of haunted house. "Hey, maybe we shouldn't go in," a friend in your group said. "We-we don't have anything to defend ourselves with, in case he shows up."

A hearty laugh emanated from your throat. "He? Who's he? Ronald Mcdonald? Being scared of clowns is so childish. Grow up, will you?"

Your friend looked at you with pale, clear eyes. "No one should laugh in the face of Ronald Mcdonald the clown. But I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about... Peter. Do you want to hear the story?"

You and everyone else in your group sighed and said, "Okay."

But, because you pulled everyone into the haunted house, you only heard the story in increments, but this is what you got from it:

A young man by the name of Rosie McSwindle lived in the town now known as Windstrom. He was quite fine and handsome, but everyone poked at him because of his name. Eventually, Rosie had had enough and went to see Yzma, the town sorcerer. He asked for a spell to change his name, but Yzma warned the man that this would change much more than that. Rosie did not care and took the potion. At first, everything seemed well. His name was now a proper man's name, and all the ladies and gents swooned over him. But soon, things started to change for the worse. He soon turned into... a woman! And now he got made fun of even more than when he was a man with a woman's name. Now, the ghost of Peter Dillums roams the Windstrom Haunted Houses, looking for those who poke fun at his misfortune.

You laughed even more than if you hadn't of heard the story in the first place. Your friend was flabbergasted at your dismissive behavior. "W-wait! Why are you laughing? You should be terrified."

"Come on!" you laughed. "Why would you believe such a children's tale? It's Halloween! We should enjoy it."

And you did. Oh, you very much did.

(Sorry I didn't include many of the elements you listed. But this is the draft of the first part of the story. You can include whatever you want. Besides, it is your story.)

i think it is a conjuction because it is definitly not a preposition