The sharp tips from the Holly leaves ripped the frills from his trousers. He climbed the moss-covered rocks and left dirt all over his jacket. He ran through the forest until he reached the riverbank, and stood by the mysterious river. He watched the water flow through the river channel and remembered the scary stories he heard. Jay had doubts in whether to hop on the stones, to get to the other side of the river.
"I heard so much about this river," he said to himself. "Anyone that goes for a swim never returns."
"Because this is a haunted river," a voice said, which came from behind a tree. Jay swung round and saw an old man covered in a greyish gown. He sat under a tree with a straw in his mouth.