Write a story that ends with "......it was a frightening experience"

"And she said, in that throaty, croaky voice of hers, 'I will be back.'". My friend, Jack, finished reading the last sentence in a creepy voice that sent chills down our spines.

Wendy, Lily and I had gone to Jack's house to play. When the evening came, and the skies began to darken, Jack persisted in reading us a harrowing, chilling ghost story. We refused at first, but boredom finally made us allow Jack to read us the story. Besides, Jack kept calling us "scaredy-cats".

So anyway, now we were shivering from head to toe, and Jack was laughing at us. How could we possibly walk home after this? Jack invited us to stay overnight, but we declined the offer because our parents would not allow us to do so.

We plucked up our courage, held hands, and walked boldly out of Jack's gate. After all, there were three of us. We chatted loudly and told each other all the jokes we could think of, but our voices seemed unnaturally eerie in the dark, silent night. However, we tried to ignore this, and tried to act normal.

We came to a bend, and gasped in dismay. The road was under renovation(wrong word, bt I dunno wat it should b), and it was impossible to pass through! Wendy looked at us with fearful eyes. "We'll have to go the other way, and pass by the graveyard."

After a hasty discussion, we agreed that a story was only a story, and nothing would harm us. So that night, three brave girls walked past the dark, gloomy, silent graveyard.

We were holding hands more tightly than ever, and Lily's cold hand was vibrating so violently, I was afraid she would faint. However, no fainting person would crush my hand like she was doing, so I was reassured.

Calmly, stiffly, we bearded the lion's den - that is, we bearded the graveyard. We stared straight in front of us and walked mutely past the dreadful place. Our footsteps echoed through the night, I could hear them so clearly. Every movement or noise we made seemed to be magnified ten times, even the shuffling sound behind us - wait a minute, a shuffling sound?

We stopped in our tracks in fright, and was practically rooted to the spot. The worst of it was, the sound had been so gradual, so consistent, that we did not know when it had begun the follow us.

The shuffling sound came nearer and nearer to us. We were still standing like statues, unable to move. I did not look at Wendy or Lily, but I could feel my eyes practically popping out in my fear. And there we stood, hair on end, until a lame dog overtook us from behind.

Then we collapsed to the ground from sheer relief. How could we have let a dog immobilize us like that? We all felt rather ashamed of ourselves. I realized my mouth was still open, and shut it hurriedly.

The next day, we related everything to Jack, and he guffawed at us. Although we laughed along with him, we agreed that, all in all, it was a frightening experience.