Sixth try

A glass drops on the floor and shatters.  Oslo Oscar hopped up the stairs and into the house.  The house was haunted, or that's what everyone else says.  A old novel sat on a self.  The windows were popped out and there were cobwebs in the corners.  The stairs leading up to the blaoncy that other-looked the lobby.  A somber pharmacist used to live in the house, but Oslo did want to think about him.  There was a treasure that was said to be hidden within the walls of the house.  Early that day Dad just sat on the floor and cried.  Oslo and his friend Garfield Gagganle decided that they would break into the house and find the treasure.   Garfield had spelt a packet of soy sauce on Oslo, so Oslo decided to kick him out of the trip.  A unguarded mortician sat on the top step of the house.  Osla passed it, with a slight nod.  His older sister had found out that she was pregnant, so his family really needed the money.  Oslo heard the door above him slam.  A breeze blew through the house, chilling the room.  Oslo had wished that had let Garfield join in the trip.  A old fork lay on the trattered wood floor.  A snobby business consultant had watched him enter the house, but nobody saw him leave.  Oslo had heard a person walking the rooms above him.  A great storm  brewed outside the house.  He never made it out.  The person walking above him had turned out to be ghost of the perivous owner.  Oslo died in the house on November 15, 1990.  His family moured for him and everyone will remeber the as the day of Oslo, everyone will play soccor on the day of Ols