The Guide To Killing A Ghost

Plan Six: Into The Lion's Den

There is this thing between me and my mom. I would hide in all the weirdest places in the universe and she would find me. She would always find me. Then I have to suffer in hell for the rest of my sad life. I even started to think my little sister was right and Mom was secretly a powerful evil witch who you could never run from. Until one day, I found her weakness. It was the best day of my long life.

I was walking upstairs about to return my Spiderman who M forcefully married to one of her stupid dolls when I passed Mom and Bob's room. Normally I would sneak past it trying not to be seen but I heard a word I would never ignore.

"There are ghosts there! I know it." Mom half whispered.
Ghosts.

"You are imagining things," Bob said in his quiet voice.

"It's evil spirits! I'm telling you. That house is the reason for all our problems."

"We already discussed this, honey, we don't have the money to move."

"I know. I know. I'm just... scared." Scared? Mom is scared?
I thought the world was ending that day.

I never stopped thinking about it.

That house. There is only one house mom could mean. It's the one she always warns us about. Don't look at it. Don't touch it. Don't even dare talk about it. I had never seen Mom, the severely powerful evil witch, this terrified of something ever before. Let alone something as stupid as 'ghosts and evil spirits' to the point where she wants to leave the house she forces us to pick a new color of paint every summer for.

I would have loved to move to a new house. Hopefully to one of the nice streets where I can find kids my age instead of the old people in my neighborhood. but I knew I finally found my new hiding spot.

lucky for me, that summer, my mom made me paint our fence after I tried to push the ladder Mr. Robert brought to paint the house.
I just wanted to help him.

I looked for the broken piece that almost stabbed me to death when I tried to paint it. I didn't tell anyone about it because I thought it would be a nice prank to pull on someone but Mom later gave me ten dollars for the fence so I felt a little sorry and decided to wait until I finished the money to pull the prank on her. Now, I'm glad I forgot about it. I can use that broken piece to sneak into that house's backyard.
Thinking about it, I also forgot where I put my ten dollars.

Sneaking in was easy. Causing trouble to hide from was easier. The next step was just to wait and see if anyone would find me buried in all that trash. I did want to try to get in the house but I thought I would save it for when I do one of my bigger plans, like starting a fire or driving a truck. After night time came and I was still in my place, my mom getting out of our house to yell my name in the street three times pulling on her hair, I knew It was perfect.  I even brough some of my toys and snacks there. It was the best hiding place in the whole entire world.

Until I started to believe Mom was right all along.

It happened one day after I ran away from home again –when I was absolutely innocent that time by the way- I was sitting in my normal spot behind that abandoned house thinking of all the horrible things that happened to me in my long sad life when something really weird started to happen.

First, it was little sounds that came from behind the wall I was leaning on. Sounds like somebody was pulling something heavy. It didn't help I was secretly reading a comic about a villain hiding his bodies in the attic.

Second, came the light. A light would shine in one of the dirty windows that you wouldn't even notice if it didn't go on and off, on and off, on and off until it disappeared. One time in the downstairs window. Other time in the one upstairs. Sometimes, if it's really quiet, you can even hear the light switch clicking a hundred times.