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“There isn’t a better way to celebrate Halloween than inside a haunted house”, thought Maxwell as he walked to Percival’s farm with Bogey, his Labrador. They both were the whole time cavorting around, still young as the dog was, but for sure a ferocious protector. Maxwell was very excited about going inside the old house since it was abandoned the last year. Not the whole night as he promised his mates, but at least make a tour and borrow something to convince his pals that he was really there. What a huge credit he’d win, especially with girls! The vast land of Percival’s properties was neglected and the wooden house seemed empty. Suddenly, Bogie ran by the dry cornfield. “Bogie!” the boy yelled. Sounds in the direction of the cornfield dragged his eyes over there. “Bogie, what are you barking at?” Maxwell approached his dog in the belief it was annoyed by some animal. Nonetheless, Bogie was barking at the scarecrow. Maxwell tried to calm his dog, but it was no use. Bogie was